Hourglass

Sands of time fall slowly
through the hourglass of my mind
as the wind swirls through the blood-shot mists
that cover my eyes, making me blind
to a love that I want so much
but am so afraid of.
Why should I fear being happy?
Why does it seem so impossible
to have a life of joy and gentle loving?
Wiping away the smears of blood from my eyes
I see my heart is already lost to her
as I knew it would be from the start
from that first gentle touch and kind word.
And the sands fall slowly
piling up at the bottom, but I can't see
how much is left at the top