A Glass To Count All The Hours

Sleep until night

The slowness of ancient sights

Ponder the voice of birds in song

Light enters by the glowing of fireflies

You said "Is this forever ours?"

Here is the light

That comes in brilliant forces

Reminding us of what was lost

Older than time, the rush of ending ages

Stories of ours

A glass to count all the hours

A rustle of leaves

Peaked your curiosity

I thought you might be vanishing

Tricked by a worm

Bewitched while imagining

The ghost of the earth took you from me