Break the clocks
Stop the sun from rising any further
Stay right here
Let the traffic cease behind
And the birds pause
Mid flight
Let the wind drop
And the world
Stop rocking on it’s axis
This plane above
Stop spearing through the sky
It’s white trail
Tittle tattling
That the movement of time
Can never be controlled
By the thoughts
Of one who is just happy
Right here
Right now
In this precious ticking moment