Catch the Sun before it falls,
wind your watch one last time
when the days are gone
and nights don’t return,
there’ll be no time left
for you to tell;
Moonfaced clocks the raconteurs
telling their tales of timeless time
and its travails,
making haste and letting slip
drops of time, drip by drip;
Seconds are sculptures
Hours are made of glass
the Minutes in between them
were not built to last;
The march of time always running out
in endless pursuit of what
it could never doubt,
Waiting for no man
flying away,
to catch the Sun before it falls;
wind your watch one last time..