When you came to me,
I was sand under his shoes,
Scattered and defenseless.
You gathered me together,
And with your artist's hands sculpted
A castle,
furnishing it with
Beautiful words
               and promises
                                       and sweet caresses.
In my gratitude and love, I had eyes only for you...
Secure in my castle,
Unaware that the outer walls
were being eroded by my frequent tides of tears,
I didn't know that it was your strong back
supporting the roof, your artist's hands
holding up the walls.
I knew you were hurting...
But In your eyes I still saw love.
I knew the walls of our castle were
shifting, falling...
But I believed my tears
would make us new, together.

(I guess you weren't as wise as I thought,
Imzadi...)

Once again reduced to sand, I wait for time and the
Pressure of His hands to form me into rock.