Sand Writer

I saw a man who wrote in sand From the depth of his mind To each stroke of his hand, And twixt each word a tear-drop fell To bind the sand to a teary well 'Why choosing sand ,' I asked 'For surely, each word cannot last,' He peered my way with none a word As if I were never heard, Another tear did join those cast Upon a knee, he watched sand drift Only once, his eyes did lift, Alas, of tears that sand did toss From my view, Appearing lost