All the Clocks (poem)

Sometimes it's good to embrace the shadow truth ...


ALL THE CLOCKS

By Wayne Visser

All the clocks are running down

All our temples turn to dust

All the seasons wheel around

Say what you will, do what you must

The snowy peaks are set to thaw

Our high ideals will melt and drip

The streams become a waterfall

Erode our empires, bit by bit

All the clocks are running down

All our bridges turn to rust

All that’s lost will yet be found

Lay down your bets on gods you trust

The battle’s reached the castle wall

Our grand defence will never last

The pride of kings begets their fall

Our future echoes from the past

All the clocks are running down

All our dreams a bitter pill

All the cities sink and drown

Say what you must, do what you will

The ocean listens as we call

Our yearning drifts upon the tide

The planet wraps us in a ball

Our beauty soothes the fears we hide

All the clocks are running down

All our days are meant to thrill

All the fruits lie on the ground

So pick them up, enjoy your fill

The forest trees are growing tall

Our spirit reaches for the skies

The flowers bloom throughout it all

Our hope still blossoms on the rise

All the clocks are running down

All our rain and sun above

All the roads are nowhere bound

It matters not, if we have love

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