A new style of poem I fiddled around with.. Basically a testimony for all things that have to go..
Hourglass of sand,
That tips and falls,
And shatters as I look on.
Reminds me of passing dunes,
And faded ink , In fact,
all the things, once here, now gone.
And I sit and stare
at the waning moon,
Sand and shattered glass near me lie..
And I wonder at the howl of the wolf,
Body of the eagle,
That’s rise and rise and then die.
Till all that’s left are echoes and feathers,
Memories of what has passed.
And I hope and pray,
That though all else be erased,
Please may my memories last.