Reflection of Time

Staring at this hourglass,

of memories in the past,

lightening flashes,

thunder blasts,

and silent raindrops clash,

with what seems to be the ground,

when spirits high no looking down,

unless your in an airplane flying right above the clouds,

never knowing of tomorrow,

only things to come now,

as you stare at the hourglass,

of memories in your past,

as lightening flash,

the thunder blasts,

on memories of the past.