Time is a Glass That Ran

time is a glass that ran
heavy upon the floor 
where all the noise broke
upon a dusty shore
of memory and regret
sorrow and thorn
torn apart in a void like storm
where the voices of ghosts
sound so much like those
who live on high like gods
looking down at those far below
in an eden soon shattered
upon a dusty shore
where time is a glass that ran
heavy upon the floor