Time's Dance

Ceaselessly, in endless dance you move,
Small hand, big hand,
Tick, tick, tock.
You who counts all time, and yet, in your own way,
Are timeless.
You with the translucent face
Incapable of feeling,
And yet full of expression,
As you chime away the days of our lives.
Perhaps the trick is in the mechanics;
Passing the time by passing the time.
You belong to no one age, to no one place,
But speak the truth in every language.
Too early ... too late ..so close!
Good morning, goodnight;
This is the beginning, and eventually the end.