Poem: Sands of Time
The sands of time, they do not chime
They just silently run out
It's made that way not to run astray
But trickles down the spout
Wandering minds, you often find
Forget to turn the clocks
Out of your dreams, just emptiness screams
The sand timer it mocks
So we'll break the glass and steal the mass
Of fine golden sand
We'll scatter it in a dream pit
Of our own magic land
We'll kneel down, in a time of our own
Building Castles of thought
They'll stand tall, to remind us all
Of battles that we fought
A Castle where there's glorious air
For dreams to live and breathe
Where hearts can long forever in song
For time, we'll send a wreath.
Copyright © Mohan Kumar 2010