Saturday, February 14, 2004
time's hourglass
among the grains in the hourglass,
a peculiar emotion arises,
and never again can the hourglass be turned over
without hesitation.
as time slips through the narrow passageway,
it nearly chokes on the seconds,
as they try to pause time before it solemnly passes
without hesitation.
and as future readily swallows the past,
the present is forgotten,
among the memories and the aspirations
without hesitation.
but soon enough, the present will be devoured,
converted an unforgettable past,
and oh, how we glance back at yesterday
with hesitation.
(c)2004 mai kozai
silence is also music. {2:00 AM}
