by Mai & Lord Stillness Bloom

The hands that sweep across its face
Tell tales of years in empty space
The circles swirl in cyclic turns,
And time, a river, never learns
Continues onward filled with grace

Lost moments linger, then decay,
Upon the shores of yesterday.
To chase the moments that return
The clock forever ticks

That spiral wheel within a wheel
The tiny cogs within the reel
Grind forward in a timeless seal
Time’s rhythmic march, a steady peal
And yet my beating heart still feels
The clock forever ticks