Monday, October 28, 2013

Hourglass (Poem 209)

And now, the stars begin 
to shine, strung like beads 
upon a silken web, each yearning 
to be studied, each recalled,
some fervent, some forgiving 
as the darkness when 
the dreamer, wakened, knows 
the torpid heartbeat of the hours 
and hears the silver whisper as 
the stars slip through the narrow 
middle of the glass.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six