My God!

I record I engrave with my claws and teeth - on the stone of time – the moment when you brought your shoulders forward to my wounded body in the storm I leaned on you and after that, all of them, grain by grain the sands shine, in the darkness ... and after that, all of them, the stones row upon row are inscriptions of the sun ... and after that a god is here who has held out his hand and has taken into his arms the wounded body ...