As sand drips down the glass, without making a sound. Floats in harmony with the floating clouds,
It binds me in a restless bound, a timeless jail, which cannot be found.
Blind from the fog drawn,
On my eyes, I still move on being lost and found till the dawn. Shown the way by the sand's song. Lights are dim, still I move on.
I met a person. Time stopped, interesting she was.We stalled, joked, held hands and watched the night pass. Time iced up, as if it never flowed. The night extended, light never glowed.
We were there together, heavens behold. The arms stay put, a poke I had on them. Disturbed in their sleep they moved like they never ever stayed. Time moved on, this time I stayed.
Dissolved she was like a dream, Drowned in the galloping stream. Her hand was nowhere to be, She was right there, but where was she? The sand still drips down, slips the glass.
It has started a groaning sound. Floats in harmony with the floating clouds.
Bound I am, in a seamless bound, jailed down where she cannot be found.