THE HOURGLASS

Watching the sand in the hourglass,

As it silently trickles away;

Seeing time slip though my fingers,

As quickly go the days.

Looking at each grain of sand,

As a tiny piece of time.

Too small to be measured,

Except by this heart of mine.

For every grain has a meaning,

Of time so fleeting and fast;

Each time that I see you,

More precious than the last.

Although those times are far between,

And for me all too few;

I treasure each tiny grain of sand,

As a moment spent with you.

For each moment brings me pleasure,

Savoring each morsel of time;

I drink from a cup of happiness,

As if tasting of sweet wine.

I draw from a well of contentment,

As long as I know you are near;

For one day I will look up,

And you will be standing here.

Bringing the joy you always bring,

Spilling sunlight into this place;

Warming my heart with your presence,

And the smile upon your face.

Watching the sand in the hourglass,

Until you are back with me;

As long as the tiny grains trickle down,

I will wait for you patiently.