Beyond the strokes of time
awaits a mystery far too great
for human kind to currently relate

The grains in the hourglass are speaking to me
They're reciting a wondrous story
Each and every grain withholds its own destiny
A mystifying glimpse of distant miseries

If you listen, you will not hear
Once you feel, the grains of sand
magically become a reel
Through the shutters of time
a blurry vision appears

If you search, you will not find
Once you listen, its rhymes will unwind
Within the compass of time
hides a secret only the divine have been able to rewind

So join me my friend
On this never ending ride
I should like to warn you though
the end is always the same as the beginning
© 2013 Christina Jackson