The clock whispered its allure, tick, tick, tick.
Like a marble statue she watched the hands
counting moments with a click.
Hope rang in her ears, sound, sound, sound
adding up the weight of Sisyphus’ burdened task lightened
by minutes marking, future bound.
Timepieces never reach backwards, onward, onward, onward
past exists not at all for the steady expectant regulator only
insistently pressing forward.
Begging for immortality in solid marble creation, creation, creation
Forever etched in a moment standing still and complete
melancholy laughs at expectation.
Memories mark an opposition, notice, notice, notice
Anticipation fills and urges more, chiseling future into
A granite life-marked edifice.