Ephemeral Hour

In the realm of time, where moments melt like wax, A golden clock stands, its beauty to unmask. The Roman numerals, a testament to the past, As the hands of time, in stillness forever last. The clock's face glows, a warm, ethereal light, A beacon in the void, where shadows take flight. The surrounding sky, a kaleidoscope of hues, From blue to orange, as the sun's final rays diffuse. The water below, a mirror to the sky, Reflects the beauty, as the clock drifts by. In this surreal landscape, time stands still, As the clock's melting form, our mortality fulfills. A poignant reminder, of the fleeting nature of our time, To cherish each moment, and let our spirits align. In the ephemeral hour, where time dissolves, We find the beauty, in the present that evolves.