Comes a time in our lives

when the measure of whole

can be the manner that

we choose to live our dreams.

I once only had visions

of despair and conceit.

The two feelings I would own,

my reaction to my eyes.

Time would pass,

and boulders moved,

our lives would grow

despite little confidence.

Oh to know the many

obstacles we did place

in our way, the road

to forgiveness so slow.

Today, though may I feel

a certain elegance in the air,

for time might heal

to help return to our real.