A Glass To Count All The Hours

sleep until night
the slowness of ancient sights
ponder the voice of birds in song
light enters by the glowing of fireflies
you said "is this forever ours?"

here is the light
that comes in brilliant forces
reminding us of what was lost
older than time, the rush of ending ages
stories of ours
a glass to count all the hours

a rustle of leaves
peaked your curiosity
I thought you might be vanishing
tricked by a worm
bewitched while imagining
the ghost of the earth took you from me