“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label hourglass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hourglass. Show all posts
Sunday, March 5, 2017
She seas you
dreamt that you brought me
a bag of sand
for my hourglass
the gold flecks sparked, alit by
the sunlight in your eyes, whereby
the ocean leaked
and the bag was empty...
certain it was you.
Painting by George Bellows (1917) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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