Hour Glass

My reflection on a life lived, and a life that could have been lived.............

I am the hourglass
sifting the grains of sand between my fingers and hands.

My memories scatter like the wind
knowing your face but not the place.

The sun caressing my skin
a wave of vibrations fills this body and earthbound space.

My shadow looking back at me, knows all my secrets, my regrets.......
knowing that a second chance I will not get.

More thoughts, more questions, my eyes lift to the sky
I know better than to ask my creator why.

I savor the momment when time does stand still for me,
my minds eye looking back as far as I can see......