by Nick Gisburne
I sense the rhythmic clicking of a key
Discreetly winding, tightening the spring
The clock, a treasure, deep beneath the sea
Connects me to the world, to everything
I search the ocean, sailing with the tides
To look for what was lost there, long ago
The mechanism calls me, though it hides
And every night I hear it, far below
What magic turns the key? What charm or trick?
A mystery my mind must not deny
For should the timepiece ever fail to tick
In silence I am certain I will die
The ocean keeps the clockwork of my soul
And only time can give me what it stole
