It's Time
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It's Time

The wind stirs through the open window,

The wind stirs through the open window, Bearing a silver essence in its arms.

…The silence is deafening

A step

A step A door opening

A step A door opening A presence

“So, you’ve finally come…”

.....

" ....It's time"

....Your account has ended

....Your chapter is closing."

The moon steps out from the haze

Casting a pale luminance

Poses a question.

Is this what I was waiting for?

What I was… hoping for?

When was it that I forgot the taste of the sun?

When was it that I forgot the taste of the sun? When did these hands forget their pattern?

When was it that I forgot the taste of the sun? When did these hands forget their pattern? When the memories behind me

When was it that I forgot the taste of the sun? When did these hands forget their pattern? When the memories behind me became more frequent than the time in front of me;

The glass of my life turned to ash caught up in a whirlwind,

The glass of my life turned to ash caught up in a whirlwind, blown and scattered to every corner of the world.

Traffic swirls past

Traffic swirls past Leaving brief streaks of light,

Traffic swirls past Leaving brief streaks of light, Life… through the dark.

Visions play across my memory, Pre-recordings of regret.

Wish that you had seen me when I was young:

Wish that you had seen me when I was young: Full of life and beauty,

Wish that you had seen me when I was young: Full of life and beauty, Positioned in the sun,

Wish that you had seen me when I was young: Full of life and beauty, Positioned in the sun, Lifted upon the very toes of existence,

Wish that you had seen me when I was young: Full of life and beauty, Positioned in the sun, Lifted upon the very toes of existence, Aching with joy and excitement.

But now…my age is old,

But now…my age is old, my time is past.

Ancient hands have left their mark upon my face,

Ancient hands have left their mark upon my face, the fire died long ago…

A cry breaks, snaps the silence

An exclamation, acclamation in the gloom

An uplifting of hope in the desolation.

I remember the love we shared

I remember the love we shared The memories we held in the brief moments

I remember the love we shared The memories we held in the brief moments The stories we clutched in our worn hands

I remember the love we shared The memories we held in the brief moments The stories we clutched in our worn hands The time we kept in the grey afterglow

Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking She carries her golden lamp

Dawn is breaking She carries her golden lamp Rises up with the wind

And I am caught up with it.

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