Freedom Awaits Us

Passionate warmth fills 
in the deep holes of lonely 
when unforgettable moments 
of maybe perfection slip back 
into our ever-changing memories
The wand of wisdom is waved 
Our recollection has changed 
The painting was more than 
just one color.The world 
has never spiraled backwards 
into a dark place without 
eventually rebounding 
Imperfection exsists 
inside every moment 
and every object but 
we decide who we 
want to remember. 
Open arms and 
open spaces 
Freedom