Carve Me In Sand

Such are lovers more than grace can seem
 The pictures of the immaculate
 Even their heaven bows to this earth
 The fairest, beautiful and withered
 Not even nature's own shapes can imagine
 Shameless and splendid with youth
 The winds now blow with feathers
 And tomorrow I wer them
 How the trees bow to subtlety
 And eden has fathered their souls
 Savour the nights for rain
 Your impetus has left me shapeless
 Beat the passion and carve me in sand
 Wondrous skills, fountains of the tomorrow
 A journey for dead lovers as even grief was sorry
 My smiles leap through the ashes (and touching with pain)
 I touch with pain
 Such a poetry I have answered desire
 And as ever the innocent sleep within
 Temptation lays to beating hands