The Hourglass

I placed the hourglass on its edge

and watched the sand roll on through.

To everything there is an end,

I muse.

But in thine eye and my love for thee,

the sands of the hourglass reach

miles high beyond the sky.

The particle of my life is the

first of the sands to plummet,

but my love for thee

fills all the sands, the hourglass itself,

and even the hand of fate which

turns to hither and thither—

for my love in thee

it cannot defeat.