By: RS Jacobs (c)2012
Like waves washing up on shore;
Like snow falling on the peaks;
Like the sand in an hourglass;
Of them all, you mean much more.
As time flies in days and weeks,
I think of you — the hard times pass.
And you rode it to me, stranded on the shore.
I know my luck. I keep thinking I’m dreaming.
Yet each wave brings you back, again and again,
And each time one crashes in, I thirst for more.
If I’m asleep, then I want to keep dreaming.
That had fallen last night in white drifts and peaks.
I check my eyes. The month’s not even July.
But the snow keeps falling, and that’s when I know,
That when the snow melts and it stays gone for weeks,
The next chance to see your face will make time fly.
Hot and abrasive and going nowhere fast.
I grit my teeth. It’s been days since I’ve seen grass.
You’re an oasis: life puts you in demand.
When you are back with me, the sandstorm has passed.
Finding you has put an end to the hourglass.