The Clock Maker



To an absent one, on his birthday.

The bells toll for those
who awaken surrender
willfully to death.

   Confusing the chime
   with the eternal wisdom
   of Mysticism.

Deep in seclusion
all secrets reveal in time
frightening the weak.

     While windows open
     fading enigmas away
     from humanity.

The void of darkness
devours all the ignorance
that weakens their life.

     Since dreams are woven
     with stitches of exhaustion
     that unify pain.

No gear can enclose
Precision and perfection
without trading love.

     For purity knows
     that treasures of persistence
     ripen afore time.


By sinrevelar

Just another point of view

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