The sands churn and churn
Slipping away while carrying time
Joyful laughter
Sparkling eyes
Tiny feet across the stone
A smile enough to light a star
The sands flip and churn
slipping away again
Playful banter
Learning anew
Different smiles form
Scars crawl
And the sands burn
The sands flip and churn once more
A mask of glee
Tears held before
A jar of sanity yet to be open
Warmth left alone
The sands flip and churn
The light sound of feet
Those joyful sounds once more
The room lights up
Oh how the sands never forget
The sands flip
The worn glass cracking
Sand leaks out
Golden dust dripping painting the floor
A warm embrace with a tear filled smile
Such hands now warm touch cold
Gold paints and the warm dark greets
Oh how such laughter can be a thing
The little patter of feet
The smile of joy
The smile of sadness
The mask of loneliness
Oh how cruel the sands can be.
