A Glint From the Past

Grandfather's clock strikes midnight
through the drawn curtains
a glint of moonlight peeps
the lacquered surface glows with
the light of another day's shadows,
twilights that faded over distant vistas,
blipping echoes from searching sonar
that beam only scant images
off the embezzled panels,
invisible forms in the dust specs
whose true essence remains trapped
in the hollowed pores yielding only

A Glint From the Past