The clouds here move quickly tonight.
The stars, they move more slowly. Less capriciously.
To the tock and tick of their own steadfast Pendulum.
I watch the cover of both refuse to be stagnant.
I count their changes by the beating of myne heart.
The truest metronome.
The clock I carry with me until evermore;
and, should it cease?
Well, I would surely be the last one to know.
WrittenCasey 