Text: The Postmarks. Summers Never Seem To Last.

Our glass
is half-full as we lie
side by side
upon the sand
beneath the sky

hourglass
sand falling too fast
let's lay it on
its side for
awhile

our glass
has been
turned on its side
the contents spilled
but it's still half-filled

hourglass
has been
turned upside-down
and the time is
running away

our glass
is half-empty
the sand is slipping through
the spaces in
our hands

the clouds float by
across the sky
as the hours fly past
summers they never
seem to last

hourglass
is half-empty
the sand is slipping through
the spaces in
our hands