12 o'clock
And there's the chime!
With the sweet night air
Bringing spring to the eve
As the city sleeps fair
In its peaceful dream
There amidst towers of the old skyline
There I found, the smell of time.
As a mind wandered on -

On a silent beach
Sat a grain past prime
After all its tumbles
With the watery shore
And all its crumbles
Calming feet once sore.
Like a bed that's earthly yet divine
There followed me, the smell of time.

Once in a forest
Deep, dark and dole
The leaves unmoving
And silence its soul;
Walking with barks
Past the age of their prime
I heard my solemn beating heart
And smelt the solemn smell of time.

12.04 p.m.
19th November, 2022.