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