To be said before sleeping

Poem of hours
           in which the clocks
call out to each other
           Time has no message
time is the absence
           of message
time is timeless
           it moves in
and out of us
           as temperatures
rise and fall
           and the house
is silent
           and nothing stirs
but for the lovers
           who in the dark night
gently hold each other
           in their eyes
and till dawn breaks
           are never still

John Lyons