In twilight's hush, when worldly cares did sleep,
One starry night, a clock did solemnly keep
Its watch, a beacon in the heavens high,
Proclaiming time that knew not "goodbye" or "bye".
Its chimes did ring out, clear and bright,
A melody that pierced the night's dark might,
And though the hour was neither wrong nor right,
It spoke of time's mysterious, ethereal flight.
The clock's steady tick-tock, a rhythmic heart,
Kept pace with stars that twinkled from the start,
Their light, a dance of celestial art,
A cosmic ballet, wild and smart.
And though I called, my voice did not reach,
The clock's high perch, where time did teach
Its secrets, whispered in the breeze,
A language known but to the trees.
And so I stood, in awe and wonder,
The clock's silence, a challenge to ponder,
A mystery that time and stars did weave,
A tale of love and light, forever to be saved.
