The garden of sinners

Clock

Sometimes I come back from late into the night
See his house of lights
How he will watch fsater or adjustment slow
Want to talk about the long time

He needs a listener, to understand
Make his life landing
Or a window
To gather specimens of loneliness

In our heart has a precise instrument
A gyroscope rotation
Axis inclined, do not close, time
Glassware, near her stars, light
You said every word
All through the small bending