We get to write this one

Another tear shed, her soft skin soaked through with sadness.
It's a gnawing story that we can't rewrite, edit, or change.

Drop the shades,
Close your eyes and dream,
Enter the cocoon of hope.

A new day is on the horizon and its blank slate is waiting for us,
A birth is near and it will revolutionize our existence.

We get to write this one.

Your gentle touch and caring heart will soon be able to fly.
Wings of joy spread in a triumphant array of beauty.
Dig the blue sky butterfly, forget that you ever had to cry.

©2004 Sean Muzzy