Mental Mosaic
The moment stole upon me
Sure and swift.
It took my breath away.
Recollections as strong as iron
And as beautiful as stained glass –
A myriad of shapes and sounds.
I can nearly touch it,
Yet, it is so elusive –
Just beyond my fingertips.
The longing is intense,
The reckoning, as yet, unfulfilled.
Someday it will culminate.
So, even this sorrow is a part
Of the tapestry I weave.
One day, it will be turned to joy.
– RG