My window is a clock
I look outside,
And I see the passing of
Time,
It moves slowly passed my
Window,
I could count every second
Tick,
Tock,
Moments
Gradually pass,
The hands pass and darkness
Fills my room,
Perpetual time, the hour
Where there is no light,
Then it passes and
Radiant
Warmth,
Permeates
Every part of my room,
I live behind a clock
And in this place time is
Forever moving, always
Outside, bringing light &
Darkness in its passing phase..