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?