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In the wee hours of the Morning

Reflections. Hidden reminders of Time's many faces.

To reflect, one must look back even though we aren't suppose to.

Reflections.  Maybe taking a glance ever so quickly to make sure what you saw, you really did see.

Like looking in the mirror, the image starring back is a reflection of unhidden self.

Even in complete darkness, reflections are there.

Like a scary movie, when the victiom looks back to see how far the monster really is.

It's unseen but you know it's there.

Powerful are reflections.  

Reflect on this a moment:

Yesterday, not too long ago, life was lived as a child

Caring about simple things, with not a thing to cause worries.

Today, life is lived as something you had every intention of being...but differently.

Tomorrow, well, can't really reflect on that cause who knows how that'll go.

One thing to be sure, when tomorrow does come, it shines and always always promises glimmers of hope..

Reflections.

Flickering like a candle in a soft blowng wind.

Waving you over, and you never know,

WHY?  

But you go with a blind faith cause the only thing that's certain is it means no harm.

I've heard someone say, "Don't look back."  

Strange if that person never did that, they have serious control.  Just possibly, they know life is better when it simply flows.

Reflections

Infinitely standing the Test of Time

Acting as the Grandmaster of a Greater Design

And we have it twisted and turned about.

And I wonder where the time went long ago.

Sometimes, Often times, Too Many times forgetten

But never ever gone.

Reflections of time, gone but never ever forgotten

When it passes through souls

Building a common bond

To live in the heart and mind

Reflections.  Hidden reminders of Time's many faces.