Your Heart And The Hour Glass

tall, with a figure like
an hour glass she stands
and you watch your plans
pour as does the sand
quickly down the curves
through that tiny gap
time slips by and away
though you hold out your hands

opposed to the hour glass
you know that you can't
turn her over and begin again
as was at the start
once the grains fill the base
it occurs you must depart
'cause gone now is the space
once saved for your heart