Hourglass Wishing Well

Our well wishes,
Sandgrain in sieve
And we believe
It will come true…
Time tossed will
Yield more
Grains than we know with what to do

Glittering gravel
in handfuls sewn
That suck into the finite swirl;
An hourglass
with piles on the floor.
We hope for levitation,
An inversion
To sift silt slower
Than a fleeting occasion

A reincarnate do over
Whispered into etched glass,
Momentary fragments
All the while
Slipping past.
The echoes murmur back.
The dust and grit
Swallow our dreams
Into worthwhile oblivion.

One might notice
Our fingerprints on the rim,
The fog of breath left
From leaning in,
Ears waiting for it
To touch bottom
And give us
Glorious
Foreverness…

I swore instead
we could defy gravity,
Shatter the walls
And float into eternity,
Hoist bucketfuls of hope
Until it was a storm
That covers all of time,
Free of everything
That requires an end,
Or a vessel
Made uncontained
In the name of
one
more
minute…

On your lips