This moment,

The grouping of time that you lay in,

Will not last.

Pushed down like the setting sun.

A cry that might echo but will change.

Cursed to forever fade.

***

That good time is doomed to fade to golden memory.

A blessing in disguise.

Built upon an alter of emotions.

An ambrosia that uplifts during the night.

Anchor that grounds from slipping further downstream.

A time made all the more important with blurred lines.

***

That horrific ordeal is built to fade.

Wrapped in the cotton of distant memory over time.

A period with a defined edge.

Grief made easier with the coming of distance.

Challenge with a time limit without penalty.

A balance that made the good times all the better.

***

Enjoy the good times.

Leave them to grow.

Fueled by nostalgic memory to become a garden.

Know that the unmanageable will pass.

Shoved out of sight by the good with time.

That garden just might have to get bigger first.