The sand in the hour glass of my life
Is slowly dripping down,
And my life is passing by
As I await his return.
A door once opened,
May open again someday;
At least this is my hope,
And what I cling to now.
The sand keeps draining,
A cruel reminder that I must stay
On the slow path, while my love
Jumps in and out of my life at will;
Refusing to stay and age with me,
And refusing to show that he ages at all.
My imaginary friend,
Whom I will never outgrow.
My visiting traveler,
Who will never stay long enough.
The only man I will ever truly love,
Set adrift in a sea of stardust.
Reason tells me he won't return in time;
The sand has almost run out.
But as I learned from him,
One must never listen to reason.
So I'm still waiting;
Waiting and hoping.
I know he will return,
But whether or not
I'll be alive to see it,
Is still to be debated.
The sand will soon stop falling,
And I will stop being.
My protector,
Who sacrificed himself for me.
My well-kept secret,
Who will remain with me forever.
The man with the universe in his mind,
My Lonely Angel.