I hear the ticking of your clock

I hear the aching in your words

I see the disappearing time

I am the disappearer chimes

I hear the ostentatious youth

I hear the string with which we're bound

I see the blurring of the lines

With those who come within and from without

Just a temporary spark

 A mesmorary look

Just a taker of the taken

And a diamond I am making

I hear the hesistancy of your breath

I hear the winter that it brings

I see the imaginary dreams

Born from your magazine

I hear the emptiness of love

I know the sorrow it may bring

I hear the metronomes soft pitch

I dig the dirt and spread the ash

I see the flower start to bloom

And the futility of it all

I hear deciduous petals fall

I am cocooned within this moment

I don't want to leave at all.