Under the Eyes of an Hourglass

The bruised and heavy number
trying to settle on your eye bags
disrupt a final sleep;

every memory you want to recall
simply slips away.

Nothing will ever change.

Fading years are
just another coin you dug out
with a smile in your heart;

condescending price weighs
almost crushing all you've done.

Don't gaze at the small scale
of your sunshine moments,
understand you aren't judged
by sun spots and wrinkles
but the warm spirit you carry.

Life, as we know it,
is the beginning of a universe
imagined by our hopes and fears.