Tracing Love

It was like sinking into soft sand;

Supporting the each sole

And soul.

The sand that has cooled in the dusk

And dampened from morning waves

The next day the sun struck through the covering clouds

Burning through the protective trees

And layers

And it was like sinking into burning ash;

Scorching each sole

And soul.

Blackening something good

Sparking corruption

Then, when the lightening struck

I was walking on glass

And shards

And it was like walking over dead marbled land;

Meaning nothing to my soles,

Or soul,

Because my hope had been written on sand.