Infinity

the falling sand that almost seems to pause;
does time mean anything at all?

an empty well that none can see;
a mirror looking back at me.

What is one to do with time?
What silence is hidden in the verses of this rhyme?

Could this be a dream?

Whispers echo in my head,
Voices over meadows tread,
A sound that now has fled.

Is there a common thread?

Perhaps the line that doesn’t end,
Is the one that never did begin.

Or perhaps this is the end.