In the quiet of the night, the clock softly speaks,
Whispering secrets of moments past,
Each tick a heartbeat, each tock a sigh,
As time flows, relentlessly, vast.

The hands move steady, never faltering,
Marking seconds, minutes, hours gone by,
Silent witness to our joys and sorrows,
Under the watchful, timeless sky.

Shadows lengthen, days grow older,
Yet the clock remains a faithful guide,
Through love’s sweet dawn and twilight’s ember,
It stands by our side, steadfast and wide.

So listen closely to the ticking clock,
Embrace the moments it reveals,
For in its rhythmic, endless song,
The essence of our lives, it seals.