Her Hourglass

A man struggling to find purpose, and to live a passionate, humble human experience.

She helps me find my words lost in December,
Ones that I miss more than I could remember.

With her hourglass she teaches me power,
With her patience she teaches me resolve.

Through mountains or through Dumas,
I find myself like grains in her hourglass.

She is the girl that holds time firmly, absolutely.
So elegantly and with grace, with infinity.

With her absolution, with her determination,
I find myself conquering her mountains.

I am the Knight of Chaos,
And she is the Queen of Time.
A girl that holds all her cards,
But isn't afraid to share her play.

Let me write for her, so I can write for me.
Let me find my chaos in her serenity.
Let me find see my immortality in her discovery,
For her hourglass is a library of eternity.

© 2022 Arthur Gulumian