There are moments in every life
Among the thorns of love and strife
And trees of green, bending down low
Because of wind that stole the show
Above the clouds and mountains high
That brief perchance eagles first fly
Along that rugged mountain ridge
Or stormy sway of golden bridge
Heretofore spent time gone astray
Perplexed maneuver come what may
Liminal time open the door
Or by first light find the gold ore
That thought you lost just yesteryear
Or Summer day the heat to fear
Life lived that's full then candlelight
Has set the stage for that last sight
With reached out hand time stops to see
If the last breath will come to be
Eternity or just stopped by
That moment came and filled the sky
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