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