28 January 2013
In a clock, Paris, in the rain, Swings a pendulum Made of glass, stained Green with algae
It is a pocket watch, Carved from chiseled marble, Made in Constantinople, Decorated with gold, and silver From the mines of Moldova
It is an unusual piece, being open To the elements, it's case A skeleton, showing the remnants Of age, and wear, Carried in all weathers
I have never Seen such a magnificent movement, As the mechanics Found in this Moldavian Achievement
Who would carry such a timeless wonder? Who could afford such a priceless piece? And then, wear it on his red jacket So prominently. A solid gold chain keeping it in place.
Pendulum swings, Left & right within, The gears moving forward minutely Thin, The hour ever nearer, two hands eclipse To celebrate Paris on the eve of Saint Nick
The Eve Of Saint Nicholas • Opuss № I