Through the lens

We see our lives moving,
rippled like meager waves
changing with the tides
and seen through what lies before us,
through the lens of our experience.
Skeletal branches framing our minds
as we see the colors of our perceptions change
and we welcome the solitude of here,
where the sun sits low in the cradle
rocking gently to sleep,
we whisper wishes for another day to live fully,
to master our moments completely in peace
and to watch a thousand stars peer down at us
as we carry on just like everyday.
The value of a memory
so rich and fluid
as we ride the crest of those times
unaware of the dangers,
just being small children
doing what it is we do best
and we build our castles
which wash away long after we’ve gone home
but we will remember when we grow old and grey
those special moments,
the endless days beneath a summer sun
as fall draws us in to her autumn embrace
we hunker in and smile
longing for those simpler days
remembering the colors of that one setting sun
as we close our eyes
and in the depths of dreams,
slip quietly away.

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