How we used to wait
For the light to filter through
To indicate
The day had arrived
And our lives could begin
Once more
How little thought we gave
To the passing of the stars
To the motions of the moon
To where it wandered
During the hours
When the sun was high
But now
How those minutes seem to matter more
With each passing hour
How we remain transfixed
On drawing from this well of time
As much as we can carry
There have been mornings where
Though I wake
My mind is captured still by dreams
Of another place and time
As if this current life
Is but a darkness before a coming dawn
As we grow and age
The world and all that is
Grows as well
The very air and fabric thereof
Spilling out beyond what we know
Beckoning us to do the same
Perhaps some day
We will finally see
Beyond these forms
With eyes unclouded by
Expectation and construct
To redefine and in doing so reaffirm
Perhaps some day
We will remember with fondness
The notions we hold with such seriousness now
And we will laugh and smile
As the sun and moon shine as one
As we wrap ourselves in stars
My friend
Do not concern yourself too deeply
With the troubles of this life
For you are so much more than what you seem
Love and life crudely contained
Waiting only for time to set you free
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
Very nicely said.
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Thank you!
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Lovely poem my friend. ❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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Thank you, Dawn.
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Your Welcome my friend. ❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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This is such a Beautiful piece of writing Auroraboros. 🙂⚘❤🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
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Thank you, Adnama. It makes me quite glad to know that you enjoyed it.
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Wow just amazing and I loved the message. Time will set us free.
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I am so glad that you enjoyed it, Adithya. I should think you might understand quite well the motion of time and the possibilities that lie therein.
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So beautiful.
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Thank you, Rayne.
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Perhaps some day …
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Someday, indeed. I have no doubts… We will be freed, Liefladee.
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