As our time slips by and,

We watch people come and go,

Day passes into night,

Night into new day,

Sand falls from the hourglass.

 

Time is running out,

Time is growing short,

But amid all the loss,

A star appears within the glass.

 

Bright and glowing,

Blindingly so.

As the sand recedes,

And emptiness prevails,

A star hangs, marking a place in time.

 

A moment,

A choice,

A day,

A life,

That time cannot touch or tarnish.

What once was a grain of sand,

Now transformed by fate,

Hangs as a star in an empty Hourglass