Fine White Sand Poem by Guy Richard Baldwin

What of foundations built
Upon trust and loyalty
Now slipping away as though mountain scree
And what do i really know of you
And you of me

What of life´s hard lessons
Together learned
Of emotional strenth spurned
The bonds broken, the key lost
For all around to count the cost

What of disdainful stare
Of granite eyes
Could it really be me you despise
Falling then, i reach out for your hand
But Your fingers crumble to fine white sand.