The Timeless Waltz

The Clock perches patiently, Waving perpetually To those same spheres of light Teasing each other In a never-ending dance. Eternal orange, yielding only To a scintilla of marble: Ethereal; intangible… Waltzing on… on… on, Gliding, cruising, sailing. The Clock gazes, mystified: How can such miracles Forever cross the sky?