Laughter and tears intermingle
birthing burnished joy.
What soul essence could exceed
What borrowed moment could
outrun this poignant pause of grief in time?
We gaze within but seldom linger lest stagnant truth
meet unrealized dreams.
Ah, but to wrap arms ’round dreams with the ferocity
of a gladiator, the fierceness of a mother bear and
the ardor of new lovers!
What then would this burnished joy become?