The Sand and the Glory!

The shine of sand, slips away with the sunset,
the glory remains in the wait of the rise and the set,
flowing in the hour glass, you dont notice time,
every bit of the sand that moves to the other side,
the ones which flow along the banks,
you dont notice them at all,
the ones that remind of the past,
we take care of them all,
every bit of the sand flowing in the hour glass,
every move of the sun moving the westward,
every time you spend a minute or more,
the reminesinces bring you to the hour one,
I wish there was a zero hour,
when the sand slips out of the hour glass,
it is only in the hands it is hold,
every glorified moment that passes along,
neither rise nor the fall of the sun,
of the hour in need or deed,
the only moment I want to live,
when you are with me!:)