Golden Sands

Photo by Gaelle Marcel on Unsplash

tick tock…tick tock…tick tock
the sand trickle through the hourglass
time flowing in a constant stream
one grain at a time

tick tock…tick tock
the hours of my life drip
ebbing away 
in the wait

tick tock
I have waited for her
quiet words spoken to no one
whispers on the breeze

and now the sands have stopped
the hours frozen in place
golden grains held fast
held in bones of glass

©️ Emma Steel

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