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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