Stephanie Rearick Glass
Sand has turned to glassMoments cease to pass
Rolling the hills,
waking the night
Time gives its final gasp
Sift through the wind
Dance on the head of a pin
Drops of eternity
blow through the blinding sea
Weaving the sun,
painting the stars
into infinity
Sift through the wind
Dance on the head of a pin
sand has turned to glass
