Rains

the hour glass breaks
and sand scatters
to cover our dead eyes
which as dust
are washed away
by the tears of eternity’s rains

Stones

we are river stones
weathered by the passing storms
to shine come the sun

The Plough

the wain of years long passed
has upon a once fair face
the furrows of a seasoned field
set in its fallowed place
yet without the steady plough
the broken barren ground
gives not of life its fullest fruits
when harvest comes around.

The Sum

I do not curse the glass
nor the shifting sand from which it comes
time like fire
both burns and steels
and of its flames
I am the sum.

Time

time has not stopped
nor even paused for breath,
yet all the world is still
in this cold moment…

…save for the clock on the wall
which knows not pity
and keeps counting new hours
for which there is no need

Time Pierces

will days beyond bring pleasures new
with all tomorrows lost to you
or are there darker destinies
in each new dawn blessed to me
I have no prayers for that I yearn
that may yesterdays return
as time pierces the fullest heart
and from all purest love departs

Smiling Stone

On a beach I once had known
she gave to me a smiling stone
of bloody red and palest gold
that an ancient story told
a tale of when there were no seas
no foaming sprays upon the breeze
where only mountains moved and sighed
in epochs drawn before the tides
were rife with small and bristling things
‘fore the silence began to sing
of life that ran, and swam, and flew
before the first trees ever grew
at pace unknown to rocks as these
yet still this slow earth in its ease
makes all this life at end its own
so hence the knowing smiling stone.

Time

Time,
still thy ceaseless hand
and turn
have your shifting sands
return
to the ancient rocks
from where you milled
our fated run.

Time,
take pause for me
allow patina’d
memories
to glisten once more
as newly formed light
how grateful would I be
oh! Time
for that
your magnanimity.

The Race

I sit here racing raindrops
down the window pane
thoughtful that such moments
will never come again
you may think it’s wasting time
to let it simply pass me by
but it allowed this silly rhyme
the time to justify

Sand (three haiku)

the sand always shifts
whether at the water’s edge
or in the hourglass

our time moves onward
and days once lived come no more
to hear the clock chiming

until the sand dries
and is scattered on the winds
we may leave footprints