Staring at the hourglass
Counting each tiny grain of life
Moments that passed before
Resting in a pyramid pile, the lower half…youth
White and pure, unwanted beach’s breath
Identical but different…used

Age remains atop
Seeping in centered illusions
Falling through a narrow passage
Seconds, minutes, hours…it descends
Plain and boring, nothing much here to see
Routine ruts of tired steps

Then…one granule an unusual shade…effervescent
A single speck glistens…morning glory blue
Illumined before my eyes…finding the middle
Spinning in the gritted whirlpool and I realize…it is you
This is my time of love…I see it clearly
As it moves lower…leaving me…spiraling towards memories

Frantically I shake the container, it changes not
Losing you…watching…in panic’d wave smashing the glass
Tiny slivers lace the pieces, sharp, razor like
Sifting through hysterically, searching for you…my fingers
Sliced and oozing…crimson floods the mound
Everything is tinted sorrow…it all looks the same

You are gone, swept up in life’s saturation
And still I bleed…tears mingling
Drenched in loss of a broken heart
Lying in a dampened dune of garnet puddles
Becoming one with the earth below…
I have lost you…I am out of sand….