Nothing But a Grain of Sand
Seeking her vitals, her heart sings an honorable tune
Open the fire hose to quench the fire’s raging soul
Piercing scream opens your passage towards grace
No matter the savings of your account, a true blessing
Prodding her delightful eyes, so radiant of tri-color
No shoes can resist her pleasant walk of being calm
Present yourself a loving formula; yes, it’ll be noticed
Peace to belong to walking the beach in the moonlight
Nothing escapes the hole of darkness, but the light of love
And she holds each card of the cynical, oracle’s crystal
Ball, which leaves none to die without a grain of sand
Placed in an hourglass, tempting time to present itself
Russell Sivey
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