Tip the hour glass; the sand is ours

[Toneh]

with grace
shall we dance
over crystel blue waves,
hand in hand,
soul in soul
promise me.

watch the sand
caught in sea
finally released on these shores,
and while western winds
tickles chimes
bathed in dawn,

paint ourselves
in each other's color
race to catch our floating dreams
listen
to wild birds sing
of Summer's coming.

we shall name
this season our own;
ours to own and ours to mourn,
hand in hand
soul in soul.
I promise you.

[Herald_of_Fate]

Stirring and beautiful, my friend. You've a rare talent.