The Hourglass

Traipsing through this hourglass,
Time is slowly slipping,
Sand the memories of our days,
As though our soul is dripping.

Days of youth do slip away,
As time it carries on,
Then one day you wake up,
Your time is almost gone.

Have you said the things you wish,
Your loved ones to remember,
Shall you leave a burning fire,
Or go out as an ember.

Will you find a shining path,
Or one that's paved with flames,
Is there nothing beyond here,
Our Gods just empty names.

No matter what the case may be,
Our love should bring about,
A treasure trove of pure emotion,
Before the sands run out.