Round and round it goes
the endless circularity
of the eternal hourglass
time becomes infinity
filled with dreams
its’ sand slowly trickling
unseen in the darkness
dreams are drifting in place
and with each grain that falls
I feel the beat of your heart
love and loss, joy and sorrow
measured in this silent dance
and then the glass shatters
scattered upon the ground
time is lost, never to be found
and only my memories remain
in the far corners of the night
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 