Melting Moments

In the embrace of time's fluid grace, Clocks dissolve, their hands no longer chase. Warm hues of sunset paint the sky, Where moments blend, and eternity lies. The pendulum's swing, once steady and true, Now drips like wax in a surreal view. Each tick, a whisper of time's soft decay, A dance of shadows in the twilight's play. The clocks, once rigid, now yield to the flow, A metaphor for life's ever-shifting show. In their melting forms, we see ourselves, Caught in the currents of time's endless shelves. This artwork speaks to the heart's deep core, Where memories blend with what we once swore. It calls us to embrace the fleeting now, For in the melting, we find our power. Let the clocks melt, let time's grip be loose, And in this moment, find our true muse. For in the melting, we are reborn, In the embrace of time, we are forever torn.