Like images held in an hourglass,
each night I sleep in a capsule of time
With thoughts resting over grass
while pondering about the meaning of life.
These images fall like dreams – grain by grain
while I stare at the night sky
wondering if life is just pain
Or if joy just shines like the stars up high
So distant, afar
But ever so alluring to our eyes.
Written by: L.L.
July 29, 2016