The clock on the wall forgot its steady beat,
As the shadows stretched across the empty street.
A single moment frozen in a crystal frame,
Where the wind stopped whispering your name.
The world paused mid-breath, a silent ballet,
As the golden sun refused to end the day.
No ticking gears, no rush of the crowd,
Just a heavy silence, wrapped in a cloud.
I reached for the second that refused to pass,
Like a ripple trapped in a sheet of glass.
The birds hung suspended in the azure sky,
As the river forgot how to wander by.
In this stillness, the truth began to bloom,
Filling every corner of my quiet room.
Past and future faded into a silver haze,
Lost in the labyrinth of an endless gaze.
Sometimes the universe just needs to wait,
To let our souls catch up with our fate.
A breathless pause in the rhythm of the heart,
Where the end of the journey is the place we start.