bits of blue — for all my stories lived 
bits of gold —for the ones untold 
Vibrant life of colors 
for all the dreams I hold..
my hand has never been empty 
my heart overflows..
the outpour bleeds of the beauty deep within 
the folds of joy rippling over into 
the sorrows 
shaping out the hollow..
I weep for the dark spaces as the tapestry unravels
I marvel at the beauty that rises back 
Smiling as the colors seep 

Creating the ever changing glow 
I’ve come to know...