Once asked the question, what is time . . . and the response: time is unending. The beautiful words flowed from his mouth without hesitation . . . catching me off guard and holding me forever and always.
There comes a time, when we see a different light.
Is it what we have searched out, an emotion we cannot fight?
Maybe it is nothing at all, a smile in the wind,
Everything would define our lives, simplicity could begin again.
Unless we chance to open our eyes, the light may fade away,
Never to return again, broken dreams gone astray.
Even as we seek ourselves, wondering about our world,
New lights they do beckon, a neglected flag unfurled.
Do we want what we have seen, or what we do not know?
Is there something else to seek or something to let go?
Now the day is upon us, answers from above descending,
Grasping hearts with new found love, as our time becomes unending.
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