Between Memories
My day has passed, it has gone back in time.
I can't reach it to keep it by my side,
longing to hold it in the palm of my hands.
I cried for my Day but it didn't answer me,
whispering a prayer to see it one more time.
Opening my eyes a light was glimmering
through the Dusk.
Then the beauty of a sunset appeared.
Drawing near I reached my hands and pulled
back some hope. A ray of hope.
A piece of light fell from it and I could see the
love and family that were with me in my Day.
I opened my hand until it was filled and put Day
in between the memories.
At the Dusk of my life I take them out ever so
careful and hold them ever so close, that nothing
can slip back into time.
When the Night is over and a new Day has begun
in the place where time never ends and God is
the Light and Day, my heart will be opened and
Day will shine through. I won't need memories.
My Day hasn't passed, it still lingers.
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