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
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...