Sandfall

When I was young, I felt the trickle
of a thin layer of sand.
I kept my wondering eyes up
and looked out at the land.

As I grew, I found my ankles
tickled by the soft sandfall.
From the end that laid above me,
just a quiet little call.

And the world spun by for years,
shifting with the sighs of time,
as I watched within my safe place
and ignored the sand’s slow climb.

While others built their palaces,
I daydreamed of my own.
I thought I’d have the grandest,
but it could wait ’til I was grown.

But the sand never stops rising,
falling from its place above.
It never stops for dreaming,
or for learning, or for love.

And when the sand engulfs my shoulders,
just how far will I have gone?
What will lie behind me?
What life will I have drawn?

My mind is muddled desperately
with thoughts of what may come to pass
as I wait and watch the world go by,
within my hourglass.