Our Glass

Time slipping across my hands
As a stream trickling
Through this hourglass of sands
This timeless time
This hourly rhyme
As hands unclench
Clenched again
With thoughts of glass
Our glass of wine.
Clenched, grasped in grip
Shattering, birth to shards
Blood spilt on carpet, velvet
Soaked as if water on sand
On shore of ocean grand
Blue seas shining red
This carpet brewing, bled
Memories often rhymed
With thoughtful rhythm sublime
Sung at timeless scenery
And fragrant imagery
From flowers and crystal
To my mistral visage
Reflected upon shards, mental
Giving time, Rhyme's passage
And I sitting, wondering, thinking
Even grasping, empty glass.
Hourglass half sunk, draining.
Of timeless Rhymes
Rhythm again
Crying games and ties
To sunken fluid, therein lies
Memories of awful crimes.
Water slipping, and flowing
Through tunnels of sand
Velvet warmth glowing
As descendants reprimand
Blood caressed stains
Feelings forever remain
As film of wine on glass
Still on shards once cast
In velvet rug and hands
Even blood, on all lasts
While our glass gone
Hourglass’s song
Rhyming with time of mind
As the last grain silently falls
Settling, it calls to me
And my soul it does find
My hands clasped, clenched
Fiercely holding fine grain
Crying, to stay and stay
When rhythm flows to form
Another glass in my hand.
An upturned hour glass
Hourly rhymes
Rhythms sublime
Time’s passage and pressure
Of reflection on glass
Reflecting visage, a face
One once fallen from grace
Takes glass upheld in toast
To our glass in place
Over warm mantle piece
Peace in heart, a hearth
Of sacred birth, and being
Under standing on shore is me
Waves over sea to thee
A beautiful warm timely breeze.