clock struck done .

In moments of pure delight,
In mid morn or first night,
Every mechanism of souls air,
A heated instrument ticked fair,
On the stroke on nine,
our souls entwined within moment of no breath,
This timely surrendered love,
But a shadows soundly death,
Casting cracks within thy face,
Of grace,
Memories tick tock with no remorse,
Sounding of minds internal light ticks done,
However the clock does whined ,
Over shadowing the love of innocence time cannot face,
Nor rewind in hands frozen timely breath,
Replace.