GlassI stepped across the line and went into the past. I cut off a branch from the top of the tree I carved my name and threw it into the sea. As the last grain of sand fell into the past, I took a breath as if it were my last. I looked into your eyes and took my vow I knew not then what I do know now. As the past grain of life fell with the glass, I stepped across the line and turned to the last. I drank your health with a cupful of shards, As the last grain of sand fell into the glass. Paul Sloman |