EROSION read by the author

Images of sand blown rock eroded into man

And grains of sand the tears, of friend and foe alike

Blown by the wind of Ages past, shaped to the sculptor's spike

Striking hard to free the hope imprisoned deep in life

A flickering light in heart of stone, the target shown is rife

With decoy scattered to confuse the Maker's gentle eye

Keep the spark of life away, let the owner die

To sparks of sand; to tears in Desert of the Soul

A minute drop of moisture whose only caring role

Can be to join with other drops to form a living stream

Of water feeding sculptor clear in his celestial dream

Of images of sand blown Rock eroded into Man