An hour,An hour glass,Sand
Sand,time,division.
Twenty four,sixty minutes, then …a day
Waiting on the time you return.
There is no love to lose just hope we go till we both in an urn.
Together of course when time will allow.
Old photos and memories stain the brain proud.
Joys of a sad heart small moments need to seep .
Sand in the hour glass leads me to believe we will never stop moving like sand in the glass .
Turn it over is like turn a new page we get a new start to keep right.
Thoughts of my San…
Wait you are the reason I put life in pencil Your Mistakes are the reason for the eraser .
I forget about them and keep the best for the pain on the paper.
Who can number the gains of sand in the glass.
Each grain can be a memory of the great things we have.
The tight space in the middle where it makes the sand fall slow that’s us holding on not wanting to go.
It may seem long to a person that doesn’t value time.
Like when you waiting one minute get off working to get work off your mind.
I wait for you patient like the minutes might rewind and take my mind back in time to when my heart could find.
Time after time division with more division I stare ever ready for your love that’s addiction .
Focused….. on..this…hour….glass.
An hour,An hour glass,Sand