Hourglasses

We are all hourglasses There journey bountiful purple sands Inside one half And the other half - our knowledge Is slowly being filled up The bounties of the sands are Energy, funk, salty tears & summer nights Defiance and oddly unknown of prowess The neck of the hourglass splits the sands And devours all the sand's powers & pushes it into the under dome There knowledge has its timely home And there, as time goes by We lose our sight and senses Surroundings change, as do our devices Though it's a mutual process Living and being lived We make life and it makes us All while in a definite hourglass As the specs grow scarce in the upperdome Our worries grow low And our throats don't throw foam We begin to know more of the end We grow to know love, kindness, darkness Sweet, sour, bitter and salty All the while us - me and he Or you and me - we begin to uncover What lies there under our eyes Roses of Rilke and many moons of late We know yet refuse to stop resisting hate And now, the final, honest hour comes And only the universe - this of circumstance May break the hourglass before it's due So far no luck for me or for you The purple shallow sands of youth Swallowed up into a triangular spectrum We are no longer clean and naïve and fearful We grew fond of fun and remain cheerful Even in the face of certain ends We draw fresh velvet crushed curtains The deed is done, the seed has grown The tree has fallen into the unknown The fruits of knowledge are a sweet confection Forever feeding future with its true reflections