A Moment Out of Time

The clock stood still, its hands at rest,

No pulse, no tick, no beating chest.

The world hushed soft, a gentle sigh,

As if the earth had paused the sky.

The air hung thick, yet light as air,

A fragile thread spun unaware.

Each second stretched, a fragile line,

This fleeting, fragile moment—mine.

No past to chase, no future near,

Only the now, so sharp, so clear.

A baby’s cry, a tear, a laugh,

The universe split in half.

No rush, no race, no forward bend,

No start, no finish, no end to end.

Just this one breath, this beating rhyme—

A moment stolen out of time.

And when it passed, as moments do,

The clock resumed its steady cue.

Yet deep within, the silence stayed,

A timeless echo life replayed.