These Are the Days

These Are the Days

Author's note: A day early (or several hours, depending on where you are... :)

(in gratitude for the gift of Michael- Happy Birthday!)

The brilliant Sundays we reach up, glittering rays sprinkling our parents’ smile in gold.

The moment we hold full of pride the paper scroll, flashes blinding us, our own pride reflected and magnified in the surrounding sea.

The instant of the first tender touch, the first consuming kiss, the first fumbling awakening.

The affirmation and the promise- sacred bonds weaving a new fold.

The first flutter of the butterfly,  

The agonizing, and quickly forgotten, explosion of purest joy at that first cry.

The first view of the ocean, the last glance of the dying sun.

The fin of the dolphin and the feather of the eagle.

The peace of the wind whispering secrets of old,

The red hot gold erupting from secret depths, creating, destroying.

The last good bye, the sacred tear, the cold hand slipping from human grasp-

The survival of love, engraved in eternity.

These are the days we remember.

Etched as hieroglyphs of laughter, joy, love, pain, tears, and loss into the bark of our hearts,

Forming the rings of our soul.

These are the days we bow our heads in gratitude for we were granted a day, an hour, a moment.

A glimpse of the divine plan.

Thought to be gone by the careless.

Held in infinity by the open heart.

August 28, 2012