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..