The Ever-Sculptor

I sculpt the bust of every saddened human moment
My fingers messed with tears instead of mud
Parading them betwixt the runny silences of cries
Shaping the melancholic scars of late night sobs
Stepping away to examine the curves of shapeless sighs
Manifest upon mine eyes the grief of chiselled loss
In shock
Beheld the smiling relic of Your immense beauty blossomed
Before rushing to show off the epic surprise to all
I sculpt the bust of another saddened human moment

Background: Somalian orphans awaiting the arrival of food.

© 2003-2002,  Dariush Gholizadeh