Sands of time quench no thirst
No waters from the divine
Goddess of nature
Her rivers run to parch
Cutting crevice through worlds
On the passage of time.

The glass of hours
Lost and cannot balance
Only a drain on the soul
Man of sand holds fate
Our dreams full of mold
Will you let the Man take a toll.

Shattering the hourglass
Will not cause time to change
It will only spill out faster
Loss of organization
Now chaos will reign.

Throw back the vale
As you would the filter on your eyes
Let stream into the conscious
Sprinkle of small granules
Like dust in air’s rise.

Running running
Time is fleeting
Your grip lets it slide
Marches across your face
Cracks begin to form
Wrinkles you cannot hide

Cruelty at its core
Drilling into every living
To the center where it starts
Time finds a home
Turning to rot the hearts.

Man has the world
Tied up in imbalance
The hourglass is running
Sand is giving up its clock
Fading with every hour

© 2022 “I see… what others refuse to see.
I am… what others refuse to be”
Lady Kate Phillips