By Cosette
Date: 4 June 1999

Hourglass

Our Promises 
  are like
      trickling sand -
   flowing inside 
flask-like vessels
     with joined ends
   open and fine.

Rippling 
  delicate 
     bits drop
   Like g o l d e n 
      Rainfalls -
Surmounting
  rumpled,   
    disheveled
       Tiny Mountains; 
Vanishing 
  transient 
     faltering
   Ridges;
Fading
  shallow,
     crooked 
    Lines.

Such a 
  g l o r i f y i n g
     empty
of incessant
    fulfillment,
     F u l l n e s s;
YOU pour ME
I pour YOU
At every passage of time.



for sinneD

(cosette.justme@usa.net)