Time

Time drizzles by on the pavement,
the dark pitter-patter of the city lights
comfort the sounding bells of the cathedral.
Waiting, softly counting the hours until...

The clocks hesitate at every minute,
their winding hands, so sad to note
the passing of another trail of moments,
gone and mourning till the next forgotten second.

Another cold morning in the city.
Frail footsteps of the icy breath of night,
still on the verge of losing itself
in the man-made day of tomorrow.

How time can slowly ease the feeling,
knowing nothing but the almost-forgotten.
Leading, urging us along so slightly,
yet so dutifully and in haste..