life is made up of moments
shard by shard
we gather the bits
how we glue them together
though now
that is the trick
I arrange mine in happy
bright circular spheres
I never long linger out of line
too many colors you see
to catch, match and paste
too many years yet to live
fully in the now
no time for regression's
repetitive waste
though scars and gashes
here and there dot
the canvas
nothing can stop me from
painting sunshine and joy
over their smudges
I am chasing after
far too much heaven
to worry about stumbling
over past pits of hell
bliss or otherwise
my story is still
far too vibrant for me
not to tell
simply because
the sunshine of the past
can never rise again
to greet me
then so
no stone upon my doorstep
ever again shall fall heavy.............
(June 3, 2012 1045pm)