Clock of time

The stars how they crash upon the waves,
As she watches the memories of the haze;
The waves how they crash so hard on the shore,
As she sees her mind reaching for more.

The moments as they pass so fast as she can see,
Looking back on all that use to be.
Fleeting into the sea as fast as they came,
Was it ever the star that was not the same.

Reflecting upon the night upon the waters shine,
Her memories are lingering everso to find.
The files that seem to tuck away in the dark,
As she seems to look upon heavens hark.

Stitching in the groves that make and move her,
Are the lines that have made such a stir.
They intervene in the times of the pain,
Where there is simply nothing to gain.

The waves carry the secrets back into the sea,
Of All the hurt that laid inside of her to be.
They capture the times she felt so strong,
Leaving her wondering what all could be wrong.

The words come out  ever so loud,
Building upon one another into a large mound.
The touch of time keeps wiping away,
All the things that she long to say.

Drifting into the depths so far,
The escape of all that was simply a star.
Into the ticking of the crashes in the line,
Was there ever really a simple sign

The kind that blinks without a simple thought,
That no matter it could not be fought.
The blinking takes to the night,
Leaving only the moon to be in sight.

She sits on the sand and wondering so deep,
If we are but a grain of sand at her feet
Why is it that some don't see the meaning,
In all that just seem to dreaming.

Words ever so graceful as they cross the lips,
But do they have meaning down to the fingertips.
The clock of time keeps on going,
Even with that she is knowing,

Of the days and months that pass,
Leaving moments that she wished would last,
When the clock runs out for us to hold,
When will the the truth simply be told.

It's hard these days to pick up and look in front,
For so much was a falsehood of stunt.
A act put on to make one grab tight,
Of all that was simply a fright.