Inside hourglass,
sands of time drift dainty.
As if a conglomerate
of footsteps
dancing within its path.

Sands glisten
collecting sunlight
making way
for diamond moments
of memories to anchor.

Each particle to be climbed
as if I am mountain climber
and IT beckons me to
rise toward dream visions.

I hold glass menagerie
up to sun celebrating
passing moments
good and bad,
as if I see their gift.

As each grain holds
endless possibilities
in my child like mind.