By: Christine Butler

A spring time mist like tears from the heavens,

A summer's eve that fades too soon,

A leaf that falls as autumn fades,

A snowy night by the light of the moon

A wish upon a burning star,

A thought dreamt through the night,

A whisper unheard through the wind,

A look, just barely, out of sight.

A moment of hesitation,

A moment, spent, to late

A regret that lasts forever

A moment chalked up to fate.

A point in time untouched by others

A time never to be again

A time eternally there in memory,

A time that had to end.

A cycle that is never ending

A point at which it all begins once more

A time of death and rebirth

A time to open that door.

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