Something whimsical that came to me.

The clock tick

The moon strike,

the clock tick,

and nothing fades away

Only dreams and illusions

magic and myth

glitter faint

in the light

of these days.

And when youth has long wandered

hopes gone astray

nothing but ashes to find

The dreams and illusions

when looking for peace

can often, in grief,

be quite kind

And so time in passing

Of clocks and of moons

And moments and memories


Where nothing can change

an uncoloured world

and safety resides in the Mind.