Watching the days go by
As winds pick up
And sound just like Her sigh
When ever blood fills the cup
Exploding with thoughts
The mind overflows from dreams
Of whispered love
And fantasies undone
All descended from above

Tilting the hourglass
Rounding on it's side
The sand flows slowly
Causing pain only lengthly time
Waiting from these moments to pass
Grouping, collecting burnt memories
At last they're tossed into the breeze

Bipolar are the seasons
From blazing to chilly
Changing without reasons


Now the top is almost broken
Spilling all the sand
Time is running out
Pouring into my hand
Thrown in the pond
Please, let this pass
So we could all be free
Of this terrible, demented hourglass