Literature
TURNING OF THE HOURGLASS
Colors run to fall shifting sands
on the winds of change
Second to the hour, missing in
a moment
Stolen from a dream
Escaping in all directions
Time running in reverse
Inside the mirrored glass
Shadows fall, in the twilight
In coming of dead of night
The sandman comes
In the closing of the hour
In wake of a day gone
In the turning of the hourglass
Deja-vu
In the changing in of hour, awash
with the stars and the falling of
the sands of time
