Time's Melting Hour

In the realm of chronology, a moment lost, A pocket watch dissolves, its form the cost. Like Salvador's dreams, it melts away, As time itself becomes a fluid sway. The Roman numerals stand, steadfast and strong, As the hands of time move, right or wrong. The desert landscape, a backdrop serene, Reflects the stillness, the world's unseen. The sky ablaze, with hues of gold, A sunset's splendor, as the day grows old. The watch, a symbol, of time's fleeting grasp, Melts like the moments, that forever pass. In this surreal scene, we find our fate, A reminder to cherish, the time we create. For in the melting hour, we lose our way, And in the stillness, we find our day.