Clock Maker

Wrote this earlier today. Always wanted to believe, but never had the faith.

Clock Maker, how could you?

How could you set those springs and gears in motion all those years ago.

How could you bind us here only to saunter out of sight?

All parts moving in a circular fashion without a guiding hand.

Without a father we were turned on this land.

Given keys to beautiful machines but no knowledge of their maker.

Where did you go?

We follow a great beacon, a lighthouse, blinking in the distance

Only to shift away before we can understand.

Told of horrors by men in robes, believe or be bathed in fire.

Doomsayers all.

How could you leave us with only hints of a tale,

With no tools to pierce the vale.

As one we cry, "Where are you?"

Did you dive into a sea of stars or sink beneath one of waves?

Are you hiding in the trees?

Can you fit into our minds?

Men with tall hats say you dwell inside ourselves,

But when we search we find only our own hells.

Clock Maker, let us know you.