Through the keyhole of time, I peer,
A whispered world, so far, so near,
Where echoes dance in fleeting light,
And shadows stretch beyond the night.
I see the faces, old and new,
A distant past, a future view,
Each moment spins in endless grace,
Yet none can stay, none find their place.
Through that small door, I watch them play,
The lives that pass, the skies of gray,
A tender smile, a whispered sigh,
All caught beneath the endless sky.
The years slip by in silver streams,
Like fragments of forgotten dreams,
I watch them fall, I watch them rise,
Through time’s eternal, mystic eyes.
What would I change, what would I keep,
The secrets buried, those I seek?
Through that keyhole, small and wide,
I glimpse the truth I cannot hide.
The hands of time, they twist and turn,
But through the door, I still can learn,
That though the past may fade away,
It lives within me, night and day.
Through the keyhole of time, I see,
The endless dance of you and me,
Each moment fading, yet still stays,
A flicker in the timeless maze.
Thank-you for reading
Much Love and Light,
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