The clock
taunts us with youth, the promise
it could not keep
so in its defeat
we find our youth from our souls
and it begins
waking from dream after dream
only to find that
we are nothing more than a dream
and dreamers surround all that they touch
with immeasurable wisdom;
the destiny of the Ancients.
Kiss the daylight away with your vision
make the light fade
and roll the film.
It is picture time
pictures in motion
rolling…
the flicker never ends.