Open It

barn framed

Daylight bids its fond adieu,

Evening splices time in two;

What was, turns into yesterdays,

What will be, is the gift that stays.

 

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Solemn Silence

dreamy sundial

Solemn silence, misty hours

ticking by on frosty bowers,

Time, stand still, I want  to cast

this breath before the present’s past.