Passing Past Times

Almost here,
I can see the hand clamping shut in defiance.
They will pass,
I know the cycle will begin again within its turn.
Pointing towards Polaris,
These ones point there only once this time.
Returning soon,
But the time is not right in the minor's mirror,
The time is not the same in reflected cheers.

So many waiting,
For them, they wait in hope for the single clap.
Hearts are set,
Nothing is going to stop them, or so they say.
Sun going down,
It shines the entire globe at once in brilliant rays.
Flag half-mast,
Though this time is not one for mourning.
Hands rose together towards the stars,
Their awaited second has eclipsed.

They watch as nothing changes.