Tick-tock trickle, time's twin towers, shifting sands in silent showers. Silent, slender shape, flowing time throughout its walls. Back and fourth and with this your time will decrease

By the ancient conjurer's hand, keeper of time's command, it weaves each day with mystic sand.

I end the day in painted light, then fade away to welcome night.

I capture time without moving, stealing smiles and moments, painting memories with light.

The more of this there is, the less you see. What is it?