I feel the sliding sand <br /> In the hourglass of your skin <br />How beautiful you are <br />How frail and mortal <br />I listen hard <br /> To your breathing <br />Wondering if I will be able <br />To hear the last grain fall <br />If I will be able to hear <br /> The silence <br />The rush of the world makes <br />It impossible <br />I am dizzy with fear <br /> That any moment will be our last <br />I can not see how deep we are <br />In this shapely slick glass house <br />It’s all around us, it’s in us <br />One speck for one breath <br />Lay here with me <br /> <br />3/30/05<br /><br />Meredith Fahey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/internal-clock/
