The clock is a little fast
Or maybe a bit slow
Time has shifted here
Now it has nowhere to go
Deep inside, a clock can be found
Tick, tick, tick – tock, no sound
The knob was too tightly wound
I’ll pick the motor up off the ground
Can you feel the hum of my ticking?
Does it vibrate the earth upon which you stand?
Does it sing from the trees like birdsong?
Can you feel the hum that you demand?
It grew dark in this place
Not a sound but a kiss
Not a sight that isn’t dim
Not a touch that isn’t a gift
Only a clock with our time on it
Reading 24:00 hours
Will our time ever come?
I sing the song in my heart
To the rythm of your drum
And keep holding on
Waiting for our time to come.