Particular Words in a Specific Order

Awash with strain the chill tomorrow
Gravel bed sleeps silky sorrow
Sand: the many more that came to stand
beside their past

If All eroded over time
Collected at our feet as rime
In boots refrozen we would stand
and, coolly, even last

Instead it passes from the form
A speck of talent, image, norm
Until the stranger carved has no
more silhouette than you

Though brilliant was the shard of glass
That, stained, eroded to a mass
Of gleaming dust, it must be said,
I miss the first one's hue.

2023