Ephemeral Hourglass

In the vast expanse of time, a moment melts away, Like sand between fingers, it slips, fading grey. A clock, once steadfast, now drips like wax, As hours dissolve, lost in the eternal flux. In this surreal landscape, where shadows play, The passage of time is marked in disarray. The clock's warm glow, a beacon in the sand, Guides us through the void, where moments disband. The melting clock, a symbol of our fate, Echoes the transience of life's fragile state. As we gaze upon this scene, so surreal and bright, We're reminded to cherish each fleeting light. In the stillness of the desert's heart, The clock's soft chime, a gentle work of art. A reminder to seize the day, to hold dear, The moments we have, as they disappear.