Elusive Y0uth and Time

Time slipped like a shadow in the dying moonlight Locked in yesterday’s dreams I wished to sense the warmth inside her cradling embrace Once again Thoughts of you penetrated my anxiety But like a squirming fish in my hand You slithered away Turning time into bits of elusive sand Sand that continues to pour out of my hourglass Becoming part of yesterday's eternal fun sandbox That lovers dwell and play in as their youth wanes And later, vainly try to hold on to their vanishing years But Time? What is Time? If not God’s joke to make us hurry to get on with it Mine is no joke but to keep the sand from pouring out And hasten my urgency to dwell in your playpen