Reflections of what was
Time as it was before
Time as it is now
Windows that will open
The future is yet a paint brush
Reflecting the whisks of each movement
Dare I see myself as who I am now
Waiting, longing for a perfect view
Of what was, has now been lost
Of what is, will yet be revealed
Of what the future brings
How it reflects out of the mirror you have
Making life what it is, what it can be
Hopeful for a brighter future
As you stare at your own reflections of life
Contemplation of a dream you were in
Loving what was, and never forgetting
Reflections looked at, in the right direction
Will go on forever
And maybe, there will be a reflection besides me
Rebekah Owens
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1@2010
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