Clock hands glided soft and slow
Day dissolved in amber glow
One still hour refused to fade
Time paused where warmth was made
Laughter lived in gentle haze
Light curled gold around old days
Not a prison not regret
Memory held us kind not set
Minutes passed but left no mark
Breath felt holy soft not stark
Time bowed down not to erase
But to honor sacred space
Some hours never turn to dust
Days may change clocks shift and rust
Yet one golden moment stays—
Heart repeats its quiet praise