Hourglassed Symphony
Sands streaming through my identity
Who I was and what’s to come
The pinnacle and troughs spinning
Invisible in speeds slow and fast
Above trials now and forgotten
Existence cycles with imagination
Ever dispersing thinly
As the midnight sands crest and fall
The wind tolling flat chimes
Death reads the last stanza
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2006
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