Somthing deep inside
Calls your name.
I'm simply terrified
It's not the same.
To take back the time
Before this change.
Life is as a mime
Alone and strange.
Emptiness with sorrow
Makes me who I am.
Give me love to borrow
To remember love again.
Without regard cries I
Can you hear me from afar?
To be with you, whishes I
But I see no shooting star.
Feel you with my hands,
My time has passed.
Down, down, goes the sand
In thee hourglass.
David Lara
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-thee-hourglass-09-02-2011/
