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