Before, Between, and After

Atwixt a morning sky and drapes of shadow,
The fluttering lids do open.
If only for a moment,
Time is of no more consequence,
And the mind fills spaces flawlessly
With safe mutterings and cool thoughts.

Numbness reigns,
And worries of today,
And yesterday,
And tomorrow,
And forever,
Are encased in soothing waves of silver light
And spirited away with the soft caress of silence.

One can only savor the seconds,
Be it a promise from Heaven above,
Or merely a devilish reminder of what can never be.
But in reality,
The only reason we are so enthralled,
Is merely the contrast of the before, between, and after.

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