Dawn cracks and the sky is grey,
The writings clearly on the wall.
As strangers look the other way
I stop and stare and hope and stall.

If I never move again, it will
Force them all to see like me,
How time can simply stand stock still,
How perfect moments could ever be.

No movement then, except a smile,
A statue's nameless ode to love,
A heart that treats me like a child,
A sense of something great above,
That time itself can never save,
I'll take this moment to my grave.