Ash like snow covered the town
a black and white feeling..
with a chrome look
and gray colored gesture
she sat and stare..
A dozen hourglass in sight
and a pocketwatch she held tight
along with her blank look
and pallid face,
she murmured; 'you're late'
with the most absent-minded tone
she could make..
Am I late? I asked myself quietly
Yes you are, yes you are, she replied,
A voice as smooth as it's dreamy
defies her silly looking eyes towards me
Where am I?, I asked her
She answered, You're stuck on reverse as you can see..
She asked for the hourglass that I hold so tight
I gave it to her, confused, not thinking if it's right..
I shouted wait, can I take it back?
She looked at me, well then, would you like to redo your life?
A quiet nod that means yes,
You're one odd fellow I guess..
As she turned it over once again,
sands of time free flowing
Embrace life, open your eyes
this is one great morning..
copyright Morrey 02-24-11