The Hour Glass Man, by ~The Familiar Side of Strange~ Subscribe to rss feed for ~The Familiar Side of Strange~

she sits alone
an empty hole
a roaming soul
no place to go 
she's trapped and stuck
a bottomless rut
redemption to come
a faceless one
a shell of a girl
a tidal wave swirl
beachless sand
The Hour Glass Man
her time to fall
trying to recall
a name and a face
from a far away place
a girl by the sea
in lovely dreams
with fears aside
love in her eyes
a searching hand
The Hour Glass Man
her time to see 
how happy and free
souls soaring high
whispers good-bye
Posted: 2011-03-23 17:48:34 UTC

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