She dances to the chime of the clock

Footsteps matching each strike

Her breath of the present

leaves not a remnant

A silent hour overtakes the chime

quiet thoughts fill up the time

Slow ticking of the pendulum

Matching the tune she hums

Rising to her feat, stepping to the beat

Of a structure - inanimate

Made to hold the life core

of the present and future

Seconds of the present resonating with the past

Echoing the thoughts of the ancient

The once life giving tree

Giving form to something so free

Too many minutes have past

Dreams once held are lost

But the slow steady rhythm 

Gathers their gleam

Sending her feet dancing

longing, waiting

For the chimes to start their chorus

Celebration of the hours

Let her dance to the heartbeat of the present

Lost in the footprints of the past

Stepping to the chime of the hours

Singing of forgotten flowers

Memories of time seeping through the floor boards

Shattered dreams glitter like broken shards

But she sees no sorrow

Dancing to the chime of tomorrow