time escapes

like sand through an hourglass

each tiny grain counting

the things we never did

and the words we never said

because complacency is safer than the fall

wishes are wasted

on shooting stars

lost with the magic of the moment

while the stars in the sky

shine brighter

memories fade as

faces are replaced

and dreams are crumbled

then rebuilt

into cities of gold

and still...

we hold on.

shattered debris

cupped in dusty hands

trickle through our fingertips

to feed the wonders of

tomorrow

if every pile of ashes

holds the promise of a flower

why is it so hard to let it grow?