The Hourglass
By Michael James Cook
She cried to the Southern Wind as she took him to her sacred place
All vestiges that had protected her were scattered
In a bedroom that had waited many years to see her form revealed
In her beautiful naked wedding gown
The tide of her womb drew him in from the shallows into deeper water
The breeze of his breath became warmer as he looked down upon her gracile face
I am the writer and you would think that would be a perfect ending
But like the scales of justice
Destiny is often weighted on the side of sadness
Ships and paths cross but are eluded sometimes by the passage of time
It all comes down to when the hourglass is turned upside down
And the stars of life begin to fall
Not always in a stream
They sometimes kiss in an immense memory that is never forgotten
Though buried with the weight of life they surface from time to time
In moments of moisture
And so the recurring dream is vividly remembered once again
Of what could have been
What should have been
A brief encounter of years gone past
The sweetness of such little history leaves you wanting more
But then it seems that the said is yet again unsaid
Until the next time
Maybe
For the wish still becomes a wish that lacks the courage of an honest dialogue
Tis then such moments disappear over an emotional horizon
The smile still lingers and it will always be there
Till
For if love exists
We must pluck it out the air and lay it safe
It is for your eyes only
Thus the Universe can wait its turn to sprinkle them with cosmic dust
In a magnificent Nebula of love’s creation
But alas as much as time can ravage us
With obstacles that our resilience seems to overcome
We wait once more for the happenstance bus to come along
And looking at your watch will not speed it along
Now look at the hourglass and wonder if a larger grain will block the passage
Thus giving love’s moments the time to flourish
Let it wake the years lost that should have been claimed so long ago
A new year is upon us and we ask ourselves
Why so quick
Why the moments don’t become eternal
As you smile at the indentation on the pillow
And wonder if this is something lasting
Yet you smile as you smell the coffee brewing
Knowing the reason why you had a sleepless night
Let the scented dew of love rise like a coastal mist
That cools the skin from whence it came
And the hourglass which defied gravity in love’s time
Begins to flow once more till the next time
I am the writer
I wonder if the opening paragraph was the beginning or the end
I think I will leave it for you to decide if the sands of time got it right for once
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