The sand in the hourglass
Pours to infinity
Counting each grain
Trickling to the
Vortex of cautionary tails
Of life's complexity

The grains crush and grind
As we read time
Breaking off crumbs
Nimble and rough
Forgotten and feared

Hour glass sand contained
By its own nature
Torture
As we gaze upon
The midnight splendor
Where we turn the
Glass once more

Watch the pull of
Gravity's hand
To descend below
Into the realm of sand
Kiss the morning glow
Of the rising sun
And never sleep to
Preserve grains
For every single
One