The hourglass runs out of sand,
So I flip it and watch the sand fall like liquid again.

Time brings order
To the wretched chaos of our universe.
It coats all things with a thick film
And paints life onto blank canvases.
Such a beautiful little thing, time is.

Dandelion hours float away on the wind,
And the everlasting cycle of time
Brings all things to their inevitable death
With breathtaking, morbid beauty.

Falling sands, shifting emotions
rushing down life's hourglass
in one swift linear motion
as time makes it's trespass.

Grain by grain
throwing it all away,
smothering us all in pain,
making hope the prey..

Shifting sands, falling emotions.
Strength in my hand,
closing hearts on command.
Empty glass, fragile devotions.

Day by day,
waiting through time in vain,
riding sand to the fray,
battling hidden clouds of rain.

Wasting sands, eroding emotions,
rushing to where it all began.
Tumbling in slow motion,
seeing them falling,
sliding into the perfect plan.

Turn the hour around,
grain by grain,
day by day,
it starts all over again..

I stood on the hands of time.
I felt the movement, but ignored the signs.
I couldn't see the minutes pass,
Like a sundial in overcast.
He turned the hourglass upside down.
And placed it next to an infant's nightgown.
The sand flows from its very first breath,
And won't stop till it has nothing left.
Was it on our side?
Did it bend or break?
We're left with memories from the moments that it takes.
I'm always stopped at a crossroads,
But time keeps running, still.
It never stops. It never will.

She thought she had it all
everything she needed
tried keeping it all to herself
tightly in her hands
but she didn't notice it slipping from her grasp.
and darling, don't you know,
you can't hold onto slippery soap

then
oppurtunies missed
friends lost
through her fingers
slowly but surely
turned to an hourglass
grains of
s
   a
n
     d
falling aimlessly
unnecessarily
to the ground