Time isn't a second,
or a sound, or a movement...

Time moves in a clockwise direction,
and the tide caresses the shore...

Times have changed;
I’m older than I used to be...

Today,
As I was walking...

A tipped bottle on the windowsill
next to the wine cascade...

He knew it was blue;
she knew it was green...

Twinkle twinkle sapphire hues
In your eyes clearest of blues...

Suffocate my heart with mist
Pour sabre winds on my soul...

When sinners did sin
eyes multiplied...

She wore the latest fashion;
ebony lace, stiletto heeled...

Windswept branches
with motion sickness...

Taste the mountains on Venus trips
Counting, feeling penniless sips...