Dali's Clocks

Child in darkness

Perceives moonlight as God

Anchors self to light

Allowing life to revolve

And absolve

In the depths of night

Where each day dawns

With no wrongs

Committed there.



Days keep shifting

Like Dali’s clocks

Left too long unwound

And drifting.



They take their own bearings and allow

A time warp through eternity

Landing holy in the now