This Moment in Time

The grandfather clock stands stately
With his back against the wall
An outside glance of stature
Graces his space floor to tall

The dark burl oak wood's beauty
Mellowed by time's aesthetic charms
Quarter sawn by mortal hands
As it ticks away time gone

The rhythm of time echoes loudly
Breaks the silence of the ambient room
Bright polished brass pendulum swinging
My soul's heartbeats in pulse's womb

Hammers note quarter hour carillon
Counted bell toll fleeting time has gone
Hammers strike the melody
Westminster chimes the loss of time

A hand crank winds the triple cables
Each Sunday comes seven days
Tick tock tick tock the rhythmic pendulum pulse
Hypnotic sounds the heartbeat of a home

Lunar time marks blue moon rising
Roman numerals the face of time
Lonely hours tick by gradually
A sorrow laments past moons gone

The vesper gongs inside of soothing darkness
Sounds an ominous tocsin to the soul
A reminder the circle courses continuum
Still a lucidity embraces the spirit in heart of soul

This clock devours all silence
All darkness consumes a soul
Inscription plate reads "In loving memory
of a beloved giver of time bestowed."

The grandfather clock stands solemn
Time ticks away the wasted tears and what they tell
Someday I’ll be gone like your poignant memories ,
Time waits for no one, when another winds your waning song ...


© 2013 ... Harlon Rivers

September 29th ...
2:10 AM ...eternally tolls in my heart ...