Never Quite a Nightmare
by Howard Osborne

When I awoke sleepy, I had grit in my eye
Like a grain of sand blown in from the sea
Perhaps from the dream of times gone by
That somehow will not leave my memory

Being so conscious of time slipping away
After all these years and had come so far
But in this life there was no option to stay
I then took that tiny particle into that jar

By now, it had grown as a small collection
Each, a night of dreams I couldn’t forget
It was destined never to reach perfection
Almost complete, a little more to go yet

It has always been for me, troubled sleep
Myself and any reality never could rhyme
As a memento, for someone left, to keep
It’s just the sands in the hourglass of time