Hour Glass

 

His hands shake,

Bare and boney.

They lift each piece from the dirt

Holding it to the sun,

As it shades a single spot on his face.

He closes one eye,

And observes the jigsaw eclipse…

 

But the day flashes to night

Caught that man in blinding light

And as he fell back lost

The piece tumbled from his hand

Covered by the last frost.

 

But time won’t stop for him to stand

He wakes burning in endless sand.

Mimics the burnt, his wonder and awe,

His fists clenched dirt,

Released of age is what he saw.

 

He stood amid the sands, shifting,

Falling up, the ocean drifting.

He watched the day,

From noon to dawn

Traveling the less worn way.

 

Life returned to whence it came,

And he stretched, free of his cane.

Lover risen, friends reunited.

And joy and bliss filled his soul

But to find this time was blighted.

 

His longings relieved,

From death, his loves reprieved.

But his wishes were only masks,

For by standing against the time

He found himself trapped within the hour glass

Author's Note

So... It's been a while since I've posted anything. I've been... going through life. I started this one a while back. I can't remember. It started with the first stanza, and the packrat I am, i refused to trash it, because I knew it could turn into something. A few weeks later, I pulled it up again. Different mind frame, different thoughts, different inspiration. My past readers...if I have any at this point, know I'm not the greatest at rhyming, but I feel I'm starting to develop a feel for it. Either way, it's just a sort of horrified fantasy. At the brink of death, to have all that one desired, at the price of never being able to enjoy it. It's a cruel world, but thankfully, not that cruel.

Reviews

[amailleia]

ok, thats awesome. i love it, once again. i like the idea behind it too. still wondering if there's a hidden meaning in this one, or if its just the same thing it says. idk. Love it, though. really.