Temporal Dissonance

In the realm of dreams, time loses its form, A melting clock, a surreal norm. Hanging from chains, it drips away, A symbol of moments lost in disarray. The Roman numerals stand, a steadfast face, Amidst the chaos of a fluid pace. The background whispers tales of old, A sunset's warmth, a story yet untold. In the distance, another clock resides, A smaller echo, where time abides. The artwork speaks of moments in flight, A reminder to cherish the present's light. For in the melting, we find our plight, A reflection of life's transient might. The artist's brush dances with vibrant hue, A surrealist's tale, both old and new. In this world, time is but a dream, Where the clock's melting is a metaphor's theme.