Hourglass

Placed where nothing can touch.

A glass room filled with dirt.

Red stains pure eyes of white innocence.

My heart is so pale

it is filled with a soft light

I will save it selfishly for my dreams

because I treat it as a gift, my blessing

A miracle before I awake

I can look back kindly,

I can look in reminiscence

I look back because I fear forward might disappoint

I long with every second to return, every second to be revealed

every tired and exhausted moment I don't fade into its depths

They want to be heard, their whispers cry.