Ephemeral Hourglass
Reflection
In the realm of time, where moments melt like wax,
A golden clock stands, its beauty on the wane.
As the hands move, the very fabric starts to break,
And time itself begins to lose its shape.
The clock, a symbol of our mortal frame,
Melts away, like memories that fade with age.
The landscape weeps, a reflection of our pain,
As the hourglass of life runs out in vain.
Yet, in this surreal dance, we find a truth profound,
That time is fluid, and our moments are unbound.
The melting clock, a metaphor for our plight,
Reminds us to cherish every fleeting light.
In the stillness, we find a peaceful shore,
Where time stands still, and love forever roars.
The clock's decay, a reminder to let go,
And in the beauty of decay, a new life to grow.