when the fog of shadows lift, mine eyes see light
although my shoulders ache and my legs struggle,
still with verve, i move about
there are moments every day, every sleepless
night where my body wishes to cease to move
but my mind trudges on, so too my spirit
i seek not the tentacles of happiness for this concept
is nebulous at best, although its elements, joy and
contentment, are the fibers of the cloak love wears
recently, I’ve had moments where the shadows have
obscured the light but my spirit has been rekindled by
hands reaching out with love and so my heart beats on
and it’s this beauty of Nature that mine eyes doth
witness making my heart flutter, my spirit dance,
grateful of the fortunes in my life
