Reflections

Reflections,
White clouds upon the water,
Like first stirrings of cream in coffee,
Hard memories fade as edges blur,
Converging billowing clouds in every dimension,
From every direction,
Falling and rising,
White upon soft white
And the feel of softest down,
A pinch of sun brightens everything,
Happiness peaks from behind clouds,
Bluest blue and brighter still,
It fills the corner of my heart,
Until sadness all but disappears,
Grief to despair,
Longing to want,
Acceptance to appreciation,
And life to love again,
Past a blur,
Life a blend,
Of every pure,
And glorious end,

Peter Lowell Paulson
March 31, 2011