An Empty Hourglass
A life is measured not in time
But in the bounds of love
Held in the hands of cherished kin
And in the hearts thereof.
I gave my heart to someone dear,
Spent foolish time in prayer
For him to feel the same as me
And naught for men elsewhere.
Thinking it would never come,
There finally came a time,
Far after mine had long-since passed;
His soul reached out to mine
And on the day it finally did,
Words fell on empty ears,
Just as mine once fell on his
Through worn, frustrated tears.
I was quick to condemnation.
For his poise would never show
Exactly how he felt for me.
My mind may never know.
Left with little choice about
The way I should proceed,
I forced his hand to make a choice
To see if he’d choose me.
I turned an empty hourglass,
Expecting a cascade
Of endless sand to wind the clock
And return to happy days.
I want for nothing - else forever.
And still my mind insists:
“Eternity can spare a minute
At the prospect of a chance
For his worth is every wasted second
Spent at my expense.”
I find no comfort in new arms
Each pair feels cold and lone
For there comes no further contest
To the hands I’ve come to know.
I made a choice: I let him go.
My love, he’ll take with him.
And there’ll never be another us
For as long as I shall live.
There's just one me, a single him,
No other can compare
To the sacred time we spent alone
And the feelings wakened there.
To me, he was the sunrise.
I? A step along his way
To forget about tomorrow
But to savor for today.
My forever lies in him,
Who is my common thread.
And so, I'll chase forever 'till
He brings me home again.
-written by Dallas Eason




