Love In An Hour Glass

Maybe someday, maybe one day.

When love will come like sand in the hour glass.

It will flow freely across small boundaries.

Effortlessly. Slowly. Over and over again.

And when it drains out, it’ll pour over again.

Maybe that day

We will turn into that very sand and dissolve our existing in it.

Maybe that day

Love will wash away all our pain, insecurities and fears.

Maybe then,

We will finally be able to call ourself one.

In spirit. In thought. In being.