A Stone In Sand

Alone, I found a rock in shifting sand a gray, smooth rock lost in the dust of time under a scorching sun and cloudless sky. No sight of tree or brush, no living thing no sound to hear but for the moaning wind. Lonely as God, I may well keep this thought. At first it seemed to be a clump of sand. I held this stone and felt the pain within, pain of Isolation and loneliness. I near could feel a tiny beating heart, and if a stone could cry a single tear my hand would have been wet from graven due. I brushed clinging sand from its skin. I saved this stone; this stone became my friend. My friend I love and love’s me back, my stone. I have this small gray stone placed by my bed. Each day it is the first thing which I see. It sits, and guards me, guards me from the thought, that I-- I am alone and lost in seas of sand.