Lines in the sands

It´s with a sword that you draw these lines in the sand
Each tiny grain a piece of hate in the sky
Blinding you as the wind picks it up dry

It´s with a sword that you split us
The blade sharp enough to cut us
But not destroy us

Your wit was the grindstone
A windswept beach pad for this sand
This light free flowing sand
The tide darken us and we´re pleases

Laughing as you attempt to cut us
grinning at your sword
making it onto the hills sterilizing the bush
Laughing as you rust.

Salty front each wind throws us like a blessing
And your line is covered back up
Like a wound healed.