I’ll be your watch
Your grandfather clock
The voluptuous shadows draped across a sundial

I’ll be the seductive whisper of an hourglass’s sand
Cascading with the every elegance
Of a pearl in a crystalline oyster

I’ll be the waltz the hours
The spiralling, somersaulting chorus
Of a ticking timepiece
I’ll take the every delicate step
A breaking mirror takes
Unravelling in sharply drawn thread

I’ll be the sun on your skin
The amber embrace
When the morning unfolds
And I’ll be the light behind your eyes
On silvery nights