Shells To Sand

Time trickles by,
Sand through an hourglass,
Painfully slow.

It takes a day,
for a single grain to 
fall.

It takes a year
for the clock's second hand to 
thock forward.

It takes a millennium
for an hour to
pass.

Let alone a day,
a year,
or ten.

Shells turn to sand,
faster than this time goes
by.

Waves of dark watering,
Shattering stunning,
 fragile calcium against the rocks,

In the moment that you turn away,
Time stops,
and I am left all 

alone
once
more.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Ganda Avatar
March 5, 2015 at 3:17 AM
I really feel this piece and it keeps giving me a dozen Ideas of what this time you refer to is..Translating and relating this poem to my person ,this time for me is a moment...and when that moment occurs ,time stops and the milenia and years of that moments duration are memory...
Harmon Avatar
March 5, 2015 at 7:15 AM
I am glad it touched you and thank you for your kind words X) I believe that one of the best times as a poet is when someone else finds meaning in what you wrote. So thank you for that!
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