the time

[cacian]

as i feel
the time
slips
the wind drips
the rain sips
the sun grips
a tiny cloud
flips
and the hour
clicks
to a second whip

the day strips
and i feel near
to
a mere
sensational
seer
it looks
real
clear
the edge
the tear
and it's here
the windermere
the sheer

as i hear
tick
a sound flick
i turn a new
clip
and bright
it's
lit
the wonderful rit
and
i feel hip