The Clock That Holds the Time

A perfect porcelin, bright and shiny, glimmering tower. Colorful strings glide through the air, as if landing. Landing on patches of grey snow, along side the road. Fumbling in the dark Searching for the glowing numbers on the bright and shiny porclin clock Fumbling in the dark The colorless curtains sighe In the light, reaching for the comfort of the window Escaping the grey sight A smalll white fragile figure, bright and shinny and glimmering with eye make up smeared in streaks, tiny red lips, with a tiny chip on te parted lips. Colors beaming from the ceiling. Casting upon faces fumbling in the dark with eyes admiring the glowing numbers on the clock. The black window is so clean and clear and once colorless curtains now shine brightyly with colors reflected from the bright and shiny, glimering tower that holds the delicate, tiny, porcilin clock. Loreen Pare