Grains of sand
In the hour glass
Drop one by one,
Time sifts in the sand
You holding my hand,
The hour glass fills
Like your love
Filling my heart.
The hour glass empties
Like the sadness
Leaving my soul
Reshma, Such a simple image - the hour glass filling and emptying. And the grains of sand - a timeless image and a perfect metaphor for the waxing and waning of love. Beautiful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
tis true... the up and down of the hour glass... you got the full belly of them both right... aroha xx
The grains of sand shift from time to time sometimes filling a heart sometimes emptying it.....how beautifully you have thought of this flow of emotions from heart to heart.....Here is a sweet write! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ostensibly, there is never enough time to bask in loves pour...All we can do is imbibe whatever time affords our hearts...and say 'Thank You'...As usual...smooth & warming work, young lady, indeed! F j R 2009