Hour

a short, somewhat simple poem

Sand-coloured time drips through my blood
a dull throbbing of long lost thoughts,
Shattering glass closes my eyes
and loud noises deaden my tongue -
beyond their time these senses have rung.

'But poach thy thoughts for eternity joy,
Let the eye beat with the mind.'

seal away light, seal away pain,
I slip away free from a long storm of rain.