[SilverFire]: 229.Verse From A Lost Time.The Tide Is Rising

In my pale hand I hold a timer
Strangest and most precious
Of the treasures I have seen.
Albino white and unadorned
The smooth marble cradles
The top and base of the device
With a mother’s gentle firmness.
I gaze through the spectral glass
And glimpse the white sands of life.
I watch each grain fall to the shores of time,
I watch the hours dwindle away.
The tide is rising.