Clocks

Clocks

The ticking rhythm of the clock

Sits silently in a frozen stop

No longer here to measure time

No longer holding your hand in mine

No longer a pair, I just don’t care

The past a place I sometimes stare

Now moved on to a another place

No longer crying to see your face

When time is still

My memories spill

I see the breeze blow free your hair

I touch my cheek to feel tears there

My soul in remembrance

Of my lost chance

Sweet and gracious your lovely face

Once more will cause my heart to race

I feel the burning passion of your love

A sweet wild untamed thing from above

I know you still climb mountains high

Send a glance that makes men sigh

That is past I now can see

The silent clock can’t set me free

My tears are not for you

They are for me