So much love, too much beauty, many tears for those no longer here, these moments dissolve and I'm always waking in the millions more to come yet always reminded of all that has been done. Many spirals, so much lost, so much regained, memories fade but your voice is still hidden in the rain.

Not an end, not a beginning, but a moment a million miles this hour, while I recall, look forward and in the center try stay still. That I am the center of the past and all that could still be, that in the center of where I stand, it is always midnight on New Years Eve.