A Clock In Time

My song has gone to loneliness Its freshness is rustic and old The window sings in wintry wind For memories that can not hold The hour is now in to nothingness Though not everything has been told Feelings are out and vision sealed Into a dark shape that now unfolds You have not my heart learned None new is to be had here Only moisten eyes confronting Old corners to know and see And bridges to fit themselves burned In to what does appear A wall of reflections hunting Of what has come here by to be My song has gone to its past Crumpling like loose molars And bringing back here to each cast Their aged siding paintworks For days have gone in to their last Of lights and sketches returning A clock in time - a mirror glassed I am still alone here yearning