Hour Glass Hearts

I had wrote this poem in a more simplistic form a few years back in response to the unfairness of time in my own perception. Looking back I revised and reworked the poem and I think its meaning is still applicable. I hope its meaning and feeling can be felt and can inspire. -Michael Aden


In my hour glass heart

your sand shifts

through my veins.

His heart pushes

the same grit

down the tracks of our lives.

Through dusty glass I see:


The sand runs out.

Then what’s left?

Before it ends,

Flip your heart around.

We survive.

Pressures against

the weight of your will

can be overcome

when we change.

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