Memory of Moments. Reel of Joy.

Memory of Moments

Through the years I have written of moments.  Over and over, writing of only experiencing moments of happiness, love and peace.  Complaints mostly of it not being more then just a moment here, a moment there.

I find that I am now so grateful for all those moments.  At times I can see them like a montage, a running film and not separate moments.  I breathe in deep as if I could inhale that montage and keep it going like life itself.

But... I can't.  Instead I have the accepting knowledge which I embrace, that more moments will just make for a longer montage.

Reel of Joy

I close my eyes and breathe in deep
exhale the pain, release
The joys of past I shall keep
anguish begins to cease

Vivid film in my minds eye
laughter and joy
Fast and slow, I sigh
this moment I enjoy

There is no good-bye, no hello
I am in the now
as my past will show
without a care as to how

2013 ~gcastro  (pen to hand... the writer writes, hiatus ends)