Tune of the Play

A sweet symphony plays, smile spreads on the lips, when those moments come alive, I dance in the paradise and the time becomes still. when i try to hold you tightly to my heart, into my arms,you vanish like a magic cart. I open my eyes,and everything around me is familiar yet so alien. sometimes,like a mirage of beautiful colors. The hour-glass is turned upside down you come back dark and haunt me like a nightmare, which aches my soul, eyes shed tears of blood and lips are sealed with thorns, the symphony twirls and dark melancholy plays. Yet i come back to you again & again, like a moth to the flame, letting the sand between the fingers to slip, and not spreading the wings to fly to the moment where everything is now. PS:This poem is a metamorphic work. Its not about waiting for a person or longing for love.It would be helpful if readers guess what am i talking about here,so I can know that the poem has conveyed the meaning.Thank you in advance.