The hourglass stands still, unmoving
As it be, dust falling as clock hands
Tick slowly and sure- turning day into
Night as dusk fades to dawn once more.
Time drips from droplets of dust
And sand dunes fading,
Churning again-
Waiting.
Gears tick and
Creak inside silent air,
That is hollow and vacant
Inside and out from the glass,
As widowed cracks seep through the
Clear and fogged dust trapped within
The invisible walls of fragile hills
From the hourglass, stood still at peace.