Sandstorm Poem by Aaron Ralph

All can write the words
Of raining light
Those of water whirls -
winds of cool night.

Clashing walls, down far
Dark yields dirt to light -
Rains bear waves
Stony, loft' statues...
Of bells - in depths.

Their voices scream
Whispers grow
Beacons sprout...
Waves march in silence -
Leaves the mountains leave.

All can write the words
Of raining light
On the corpse of dark
Sand is all, yet -

Shells are not.