poem
I sit in this hourglass
Sand sifts through the crack
My air supply vanishing
Turning my vision black
Wake up in desert bloom
Each yellow grain turned to seed
The endless rolling dunes
A green vivacious sea
Rare showers spring life
They’ll last for a day
Rich wax coated plants
A dandy-lion weed
Hidden in the colored array
In the end
The land will turn dry
The foliage will die
Thrown back into the sands of time
Clutched in your hands
I’ll be the only thing to survive
Until our time runs out
We’ll hope to quench our thirst
In this ongoing drought
Cracked lips touch a chalice carved from stone
Lavender wine on a parched tongue
Turns to sand and I’ll moan
Fall over in agony
Crying dry tears of despair
Never again will my fingers run through your hair
A timid smile
Dissolves to dust
Carried away by the wind
The last grain has fallen
Buried in the hourglass
I’m forgotten in disgust
Sand sifts through the crack
My air supply vanishing
Turning my vision black
Wake up in desert bloom
Each yellow grain turned to seed
The endless rolling dunes
A green vivacious sea
Rare showers spring life
They’ll last for a day
Rich wax coated plants
A dandy-lion weed
Hidden in the colored array
In the end
The land will turn dry
The foliage will die
Thrown back into the sands of time
Clutched in your hands
I’ll be the only thing to survive
Until our time runs out
We’ll hope to quench our thirst
In this ongoing drought
Cracked lips touch a chalice carved from stone
Lavender wine on a parched tongue
Turns to sand and I’ll moan
Fall over in agony
Crying dry tears of despair
Never again will my fingers run through your hair
A timid smile
Dissolves to dust
Carried away by the wind
The last grain has fallen
Buried in the hourglass
I’m forgotten in disgust