Through the Clock’s Eye

Through the Clock’s Eye

I watched the gears inside the clock,

Each tooth of brass, each tiny spin,

A thousand moments locked in place,

All trapped beneath a ticking skin.

I thought of all the hours I’d lost,

To chasing things that wouldn’t stay,

The seconds slipped through careful hands,

Like sand that dreamed of being clay.

Then suddenly the clockwork stopped,

The air stood still, the sound withdrew,

And in that hush I saw myself,

As both the old and something new.

I realised time was never mine,

It only lent what I could keep,

The moments lived, the love I gave,

Were all the hours that dared to weep.

The gears then turned, the hands moved on,

The world resumed its restless beat,

And though the clock still marks the time,

I know what makes it whole, complete.

Not days or years or ticking things,

But all the life between each chime,

For time’s not made of hours we lose,

just of the hearts we leave behind.