When I look to my past,
I see golden times
with those I loved
and who loved me.
I hear the sounds of laughter,
feel the gentle touch on my face,
smell the scents of nature
as they spread into the open air.
When I look to the future,
I see golden horizons,
star-filled skies
with the moon high above.
I hear the call of adventure,
of unknown places,
of new faces and new friends
reaching out in a chorus of wonder.
For now,
I stand between hope,
between joy,
between lives.
I stand, and allow myself to stand,
feel what I am feeling,
allow the chapter to end
so another can begin.
I stand at the edge of the new,
the twilight of the old,
the start of an adventure
and the end of a journey.
Yesterday can rest.
Tomorrow can wait.
Today,
I will mourn.
