Erosion Poem (Take One)

Endless shifting sands of night,
The sky unmarred
By the intrusion of stars,
Mirroring the still-life
And forever-dead,
Of the world beneath.
The wind is biting and dry;
A bitter cold that cuts anew,
But subtly as not to numb
And not too quickly kill.
A sand-blasted rock stands,
Worn smooth to the touch,
A queer venture into the world
By something a great deal more complex,
And a great deal more simple.
Give it the ages gone by and it too like the sky,
Shall return to a nothingness unmarred,
By the intrusion of the stars.