One Life To Live: Echoes of the Glimmering Slate

I would speak of things that matter,

And of the many that do not.

I would tell of moments worth preserving,

And those better left forgot.

But the glistening hands

Of realms beyond us

Change and mutilate —

Worthy and unworthy alike...

Sometimes from the remnants,

Sometimes from a clean slate.

Time erodes both -

Particles and essence,

The glimmering or flickering moments

That have been,

Only to return the fragments

When they are least expected, or seen.

So what is precious and what is void?

This dusk has drifted past at last,

Eagerness stirring in every heart...

Some awaiting a dreamy dawn,

Others, any light a beacon might impart.

And then there are those hearts

Where dusk and dawn were never apart.

Where what was and what could be,

Are cherished as one within the heart.

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