By Stevr   thestevr@aol.com 
Date: 31 May 1999

THE SAND

our love was like the pyramids,
built with sweat and demanding blueprints,
taking years to start,
years to complete,
and when consummated, it was a wonder indeed,
marveled and envied,
the builders were exhilarated, 
but ....
despite all the planning,
all the reinforcing,
the builders overlooked a component, 
it was just a minute detail, 
a speck in the grand scheme of it all,
but iota after iota piled up, 
and like the grains of sand overtook
the windrows at Thebes,
so too, the particles of time, 
buried us.