Can you ever truly return to a moment once it has passed?
Or return to a time that has vanished into a room locked in eternity.
Like smoke through your fingers, the moments are quickly gone.
Is there hope in a return to an ending that is now somehow a beginning?
Once and forever a piece of time, a piece of you disappears into the past.
Never the same, hearts forever changed living now under a different colored sky.
Dreams now vanished into the seemingly endless dark black of night
“The fires flames burn hot and are never satisfied.”
(Poem and photograph copyright of Mark Schutter ©2013)
(Poem and photograph copyright of Mark Schutter ©2013)
Oh Mark …. this so much my reality … love every word
Thank you so much!
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Should I say Sharyl or Annie? 🙂