Silently
Sweetly
Constantly
Lovingly

Never making known
Never seeking return
Never wanting to dash the dream
Of the piece of glass

Gliding over the fields
Trudging beneath
Smiling on the clouds
Crying in pain in the soil

Never to be returned
Never to be known
Never to be seen
The sand around the glass

Cuddling to the Father
Love so divine
The sand speaks forth
What then, before i die...