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The Hourglass

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The Hourglass

2200. It's dark. It's still. 
My body rests. A little thinking time. 
My mind empties from the top to the bottom, 
And is replaced with meditation rhyme 
Like an hourglass, the sand dissipates. 
The hourglass becomes transparent. 
I peer through my mind. Two prominent 
Figures become clearly apparent. 
The first figure makes me think of happiness. 
Bow-legged, swaying for balance 
With soft, wooly hair that I know warms 
A brain of many developing talents. 
Two full, rosy cheeks that plump 
Into a youthful, innocent smile 
That's contageous, always returned even over 
The distance of thousands of miles. 
Quick, fast hands that explore with 
Quick, fast eyes, ever learning. 
Getting to grips with the world around them. 
Something new at every turning. 
The falls and bumps as the bow-legs 
Learn to walk and then run. 
I smile inside. The first figure. Xavier. 
My young lion. I love you, my son. 
My son holds the right hand of a second figure. 
Gasp! I'm left breathless. 
I search for speech and am left to 
Invent words. I'm deathless! 
I'm full of life and stand in awe of a figure 
So graceful so light. 
The two figures in the hourglass of my mind 
Bring me happiness and life. 
I feel complete. 
I asess the second figure with my eyes, 
Starting at the top. 
It's like a fine work of art, revealed by silk cover, 
That shimmers as it drops. 
Soft, black hair I so long to run my 
Hands through 
And the face of an angel. An angel 
That I'm so proud to belong to. 
An angel with eyes so deep, I feel that 
I could look into them and search for heaven's gates. 
Heaven being the love stored in the heart that 
For the third figure awaits. 
Below the eyes, a cute button-nose and high 
Cheeks connected to soft, warm lips 
By the cutest dimples I often see when 
The soft, warm lips I kiss. 
I continue down the figure that is a 
Masterpiece of the Almighty, 
Using my eyes as hands to caress smooth, 
Dark skin ever so lightly. 
Gliding over perfect curves as the figure 
holds perfect composure. 
To perfection, my eyes have had 
A complete exposure. 
My hourglass. Filled with happiness and, now, 
Joined by life. 
Xavier, my son, holding the hand of Charity, 
My Cherub and my wife. 
The hourglass turns once more 
But the figures remain. 
You see, the figures and the hourglass 
Are one and the same. 
Ever-present in my mind, even through 
The shifting sands of life. 
Happiness, life. 
My son, my wife.

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  1. Date: 3/14/2011 6:32:00 AM
    After a very super weekend I am back at the soup reading. I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning Darren. There are so many diverse writers here and I am so happy I am able to read most of them. Have a wonderful week and may you find what you are looking for in life and in your writing. Love, Carol