The earth makes trails around the sun,
The moon follows closely in its wake;
The planets want to become one,
For all of gravity do partake.
The moon makes a backlit lamp of night,
The sun does cross-hatch on the trees,
Twinkling stars vanish at morning light;
But the dust remembers what it sees.
The waves write in wind, upon the beach;
The sand, where the hurricane has lain,
And shadows do sunlights reach impeach-
But nothing wind writes can long remain.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-wind-writes-can-long-remain/
