The transparent hands
Of time, swing me
Softly from side to side like a rocking ship

Caught against the current of my grief;
From past to future,
From here to there;

But never now,

I only move backwards

Through time;

Only relay the forgotten

Like the now;

Only live through the memories

Of the gone;

Only beat to the rhythm 

Of the dead,

A broken hourglass

Staining your palms

With sand;

The now and the would

Have been,

The should have been;

The never

Will be,

The never 

Will be,