The King of Clocks

His spirit flows the golden light,

A heart in a steel cage,

Forged with sorrows and pain,

The cold brilliance of the passed,

The gears shift in constant,

Driving him from slumber,

Panic in the dark night,

I beg for his sunrise,

Hear how I call to him,

I feel the old spirits within,

His power like the wind,

Mother, help us,

With the moon, his eyes are open,

His heart beats with the tide,

Of blue and gold,

The falling of the rain,

The trees bow to his will,

He never acknowledges,

Only to walk on unsure,

If only he could see,

I watch his soul,

I bow in awe and humbleness,

He cries in the night,

I hear him calling,

Time races against us,

Yet when he is near,

The cruel flow stills and warms,

He is the heaven’s child,

Beautiful he is,

Standing on the cliffs of canyons,

Below him the world,

Above him the stars,

The power of his heart,

Like the beat of an ancient song,

The flame of love,

All the I can give to keep him warm,

I reach across the city,

I pray he feels my touch,

He is on his knees,

I cry out,

　Have faith my king,

Despair is not your kingdom,

His wings lose their strength,

He threatens to fall,

I run to catch him,

My heart to break the falls,

Oh, my lord,

When will you see?

He is blind to the light,

So I shall guide him there,

The smile I long for,

Worth more than mere gold,

I will see my king rise again,

Breathe the lavender air,

Heaven holds its breath,

The stars stay silent,

A flower blooms in the dark,

I see him there,

He stands, my king,

His shoulders slumped,

He turns to me in disbelief,

A single tear to mark a milestone,

Sky meets the teary earth,

          The light has shown.

Reviews

[Light]

there was absolutely beautiful! the imagery was just magnificent! i felt like i was looking at Big Ben on acid ;)! wonderful write....the comma's after every line are distracting.