Spontaneous Works of an Endless Dreamer (Poetry)

Poetry Contest: Round Three. The Hourglass

'Twas the tale of a clock, 

An hourglass, 

The timekeeper's daughter,  

And I.  

The time in which we'd ever meet, 

Only once, to ever all speak, 

In the end, in sapphire sky. 

Of how a small child could possibly change the world, 

And why, 

And defy all odds. 

Though we all agree upon how it all started, 

One gloomy, dull, grey day.. 

Opinions begin to differ as to why the blaze, 

Lit the sky, 

And disappeared.  

And to why an innocent girl, 

Had to die.  

And the honour that would never be bestowed, 

Because nobody,  

But me, would ever know.  

~ 

You see, she would play with time, 

As though she had something,  

an old wish, she wished to free.  

But it was impossible for even me, 

Who hung and watched the world 

from a different perspective,  

with every spilt second, 

To realize,  

to see, 

Whatever wish that may be.  

But undoubtedly, 

She went back, 

Through her astounding,  

extraordinary power, 

And she went back, 

Over,  

and over,  

To turn back the clock, 

To change one simple thing,  

Every time,  

In a faint hope, 

In pure innocence, 

that one simple thing would happen. 

And when she realized it all turned out, 

Not as she wished, 

She tried again, 

Again, 

And yet again,  

Without end.  

Her hope, and confidence, 

Her only friend. 

~ 

For the timekeeper's daughter, 

Would tend to the clocks, 

Making sure,  

Not a one, in the shop, 

Would stop. 

And then pass by the hourglass, 

Just to count the sand.