In That Hour

The hour late,
we ne'er tary,
sunlight dances
in our eyes.
No matter, time is frozen
all obstacles do flee.
We stand in lines,
beholden,
begging for the sweet
nestled 'yond the moor.
We stand now
hand in hand
as others stood before.
Tinkling laugher rises
as bells 'bove churches ring.
Cymbals challenge silence
as childish voices sing.
Each careless thought
we're leaving,
footprints line the hall,
beyond a beaconing corridor
we heed an ageless call.

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