SANDS OF TIME

Sands of time
Pass through the fingers
From the winter solistice
To the summer solistice

Yet aspirations fly endlessly
Like the sands of the desert
Or the waves of the sea
Or the blue sky

Sands of time pass through
The curvacious hourglass
Endlessly biding time
That which can't be seen
Or touched
But only felt
Felt for achieving the nirvana
In life in this earth
Or in the world after.

Time loses out
To our wishes
That which lives endlessly
Searching each other forever
Till time binds us together.