Clockworks

Time means nothing,
At least its starting to lose its priority...
When life is going right,
And things are looking up,
Watching the clock becomes unnecessary.

Living by the tick of the hands,
Is a long past memory,
For that tick is now silent,
Bothering to look at the clock has lost its luster and appeal,
Yet life has regained all of its zest

I wonder what this could be,
As I stare into your eyes,
What possibly could have stopped...
The insanely loud ticking!
The slow moving hands,
The time a-wasting itself,
As others faded away beneath it.

You have stopped this momentum,
You are the culprit,
That has stopped the hands of time.
Your crystal blue eyes,
The ever changing smiles,
The hands of time have bowed before you,
In remembrance of your power.
Realizing that you brought them to defeat,
They begin to fall.

You've taken away the clock,
the slow motion pattern of time.
Twenty-four hours becomes a lifetime,
One minute becomes the most lovely time in my life.

Only a second I need with you,
To stop hearing that tick,
That tock,
That clock.