The Embers of Time
Through the cold and windy dawn
fires glow and burn in places unseen
hidden by closed doors and in-kept dreams.
Promises made long ago
are placed on wooded pieces once dry and cold
thrown begrudgingly into the blazing stove.
Smoky wisps fill the open air
where once held images and visions
are blown away and quickly disappear.
With each days passing away
minutes and hours age us
as the embers of time never stay.
Seize the day, hold every minute at bay
before you realize you have aged
and life slips into that final stage.
Hold it back, fight and hold tight
every thought and action is adventure and delight
as long as you struggle and hold back the night.
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