Empty Hourglass

Her eyelashes, she had caught a glimmer

In the light, playing tricks on her eye

The moonlight strewn across her chest

It makes you want just a little, at least

As you see the quivering of her gentle lips

And try and catch her, before she falls,

Moonlight fades into the early glow of dawn

Now the last grain of sand is gone,

And her perfect collar bones are no longer

In the spotlight,

No longer within reach to touch or to hold

The last grain came with the last tear,

But she won't feel it anymore,

The sand is gone, the price - - -

A fortune