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
(Poem and photograph copyright of Mark Schutter ©2013)