Time.

Somewhere down the hour,
A door creaks open
And in comes a blinding light
That bids my heart hoping

What lies there?
Is it near?
The moment when
the waiting ends?

An answer, or more questions?
Signs to follow, or conundrums?
But a door is a door,
And light is light–

And my spirit leaps in joyfulness
At the possibilities that lie in wait.
Shades of bliss, or shards of grey,
Time is a process, that is experienced.

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time

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