The Silent Tick of the Clock

In the stillness of the dark,

And the quietness of the empty space,

Two eyelids flutter

In the conception of lucid desires

You hear a clock begin to tick,

A tick becoming ever more defined,

A tick that was not here before,

A tick once muffled by an empty roar,

A druid breath, an absent creak,

A tick so vivid it only exists

As a moment separating reality from dreams.