All the Clocks

All the clocks are running down
All our temples turn to dust
All the seasons wheel around
Say what you will, do what you must
 
The snowy peaks are set to thaw
Our high ideals will melt and drip
The streams become a waterfall
Erode our empires, bit by bit
 
All the clocks are running down
All our bridges turn to rust
All that’s lost will yet be found
Lay down your bets on gods you trust
 
The battle’s reached the castle wall
Our grand defence will never last
The pride of kings begets their fall
Our future echoes from the past
 
All the clocks are running down
All our dreams a bitter pill
All the cities sink and drown
Say what you must, do what you will
 
The ocean listens as we call
Our yearning drifts upon the tide
The planet wraps us in a ball
Our beauty soothes the fears we hide
 
All the clocks are running down
All our days are meant to thrill
All the fruits lie on the ground
So pick them up, enjoy your fill
 
The forest trees are growing tall
Our spirit reaches for the skies
The flowers bloom throughout it all
Our hope still blossoms on the rise
 
All the clocks are running down
All our rain and sun above
All the roads are nowhere bound
It matters not, if we have love
 

Wayne Visser © 2011

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