The Grandfather clock

The grandfather clock A grandfather clock sat in pride of place in my childhood home I would sit at its base and watch the magical movements of the pendulum I would talk to the clock as if were a close friend As I grew older our friendship continued One evening I tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluded tonight laying there wondering where my dreams will take me tonight The grandfather clock tic tocks louder tonight I toss and turn once more is this a dream. The sound continues, I decide to visit my old friend Bedclothes tossed aside, stand at the side of my bed Eyes accustomed to the darkness, the sound continues I leave my bedroom and stand on a darkened landing The tick tock invites me to visit Down the stairs and sit before the grandfather clock The face looks down at me, I imagine a smile as it recognizes me It speaks as it has many time before, hello young man Silence from myself as I struggle to comprehend Say it as it is I will understand speaks the clock The clock understands my silent words It seems to nod and smile I understand I sit for hours as the clock marks time My life, my worries my love all pour out I wake from my dream and realise where I am Curled in a ball at the feet of the clock I hear the sounds as the clock chimes the hour I stand and bow at the wise one before me A chuckle I hear as I walk back up the stairs My bedroom, my kingdom, fell into bed and slept for hours Is there a message in this maybe a poem. Yes, there is, the thoughts are yours.