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Watching the sand in the hourglass, As it silently trickles away; Seeing time slip though my fingers, As quickly go the days. Looking at each grain of sand, As a tiny piece of time. Too small to be measured, Except by this heart of mine. For every grain has a meaning, Of time so fleeting and fast; Each time that I see you, More precious than the last. Although those times are far between, And for me all too few; I treasure each tiny grain of sand, As a moment spent with you. For each moment brings me pleasure, Savoring each morsel of time; I drink from a cup of happiness, As if tasting of sweet wine. I draw from a well of contentment, As long as I know you are near; For one day I will look up, And you will be standing here. Bringing the joy you always bring, Spilling sunlight into this place; Warming my heart with your presence, And the smile upon your face. Watching the sand in the hourglass, Until you are back with me; As long as the tiny grains trickle down, I will wait for you patiently. Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1995
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