Clouded shards of shining mementos
With sharp edges like guardians of our stories
Ever so silent and unbribable.
The sand in the sand glass is running upwards
Tiny grains of truth
One by one re-summoned, reborn, reconsidered
Shape gracefully a new universe out of oblivion.
Time bends yet does not break
And reminds us of
Who we were and who we wished to be.