Grain Of Sand Poem by Antonio Liao

thousand saddle the mountain to climb,
where laughter of cries heard
in a distance
sky and the whispering wind pointing
the sun

oh! come herald of the ancient
voice reckoning the echo of the silent
of the prophets,
have the hymn of praises rejoice
for the cymbals dance for joy

let the all the tears remind
the falling
dunes recycle leaving without fear
of the land of the free, find the answer
of my heart and hold every crypt
swing not to stay

behold! the wind glow, touching
every face to grow, forgive and forget
lament my heart
for the heaven is open to flee;
now brother and sister
as you take the portal of grace, remember
the lasting breath of gloss