Hourglass

A coarse pebble is in the throat of the hourglass. I fear the iceberg of your nightmares. The mass of time into the lap of the sieve I pour, upside down the coarse hard pebble behind the border of the filter stays behind. You are asleep! The warm blanket I pull over your shoulders. The sand starts to run time is flowing ... In the full waterfall the dust and grime I wash from my body. A water lily I pin to my breast. I stand up straight before your open gaze, again in you I float clear. We come with the warm waves. With colored seashells on the shore we build a house. The house is full of the clear song of the hourglass and we are full of us ...