Sand through an hourglass, through my fingers, falling to the floor
Sand sifted, worry lifted, anxious no more
Hand in hand, Time walks slowly on
A heavy step, shoulders set, even stride and gait
I saw him once, walking that path now past and gone
Chasing him, yet knowing he will not wait.
Always a step behind him, never again seeing his frame
Now feeling blinded, I call out his ancient name
My vision falters, fails, I fall, feeling a freezing flow of foam
Of hurried water churning the sand and loam
Dark sand on my finger tips, cold and clinging
Crows circle above, cawing their cacophonous singing
My body trembles, his icy touch fills my veins with fear
His withered hand grabs my shoulder, and quietly he whispers, “Here”.
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