Shifting Sands
What do you do when love
Sifts through your fingers
The tiny crystal prisms
Refract evening light
The sun rides up and down
On the color rainbow
And leaves your hands parched and dry
What do you do with the dust
That lingers
And scorches your eyes and your lungs
What do you do when love
Shifts and slides
Cold glaciers beyond the point
Of no return
Swallow everything in their path
Burying it alive
The earth is wrenched with groans
Of the continental drift
What do you do when love
©2008 Dosia McKay
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Music Well - Dosia McKay, Composer, Painter, Writer 
I just found you…beautiful words, art and music. I’ll be coming back.