The morning breaks like a tidal wave dashing my life's plans upon the rocks spraying my hopes into the air like mist droplets, uncatchable, dissipating. I stare after them, longing for what never materialized only to see a fine array of colors illuminating through the rainbow-prism mist pooling on the surface of my eyes. Joy is hidden in seeing the beauty of the light that springs forth from what is lost.
Apr. 24, 2017