Glorious giving world,
Where fellow souls meet,
And we share our tales,
And they lead,
To a shared and cherished beam…
Should sadness steal solace,
Think of what you would miss,
Because perceptions we choose,
And to dwell in what we lose
Is only complimentary,
To long drawn deep prolonging misery.
In this world of moments,
Why wait for change when we can own it?
Heart to heart, here we are,
Tears they pass and won’t bring back,
An estranged and idealized past.
Remember when we were children of the morning?
The darkness came without a warning…
This world and what we make it,
In glory and in comfort one,
No more wasted agonies,
Release sorrow here,
‘Neath a glorious moonshine…