The clouds cross skies like vessels of time.
They extinguish your burning eyes -
A pyre of our memories,
Which lived as interludes
To their dusty fates
In the attic;
Covered in
Our love's
Ash.
YOU ARE READING
Clockwork Lives
PoetryAn anthology of love and lies; choice and change; fate and free will. Lives interlocking like clockwork and yet not at all like clockwork.
