Poetry

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

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