As joy begins,
let it swell and surrender
sweeping all within its grasp and wake,
filling up lives and hearts, lighting homes and offices, spilling on to the streets and turning on fireplaces.
The streets are sprayed with gold.
And we are left gasping and grasping,
wondering at the magic of it all.
Dreaming and weaving dreams, smiling and singing,
amazed that any of this may even last,
grasping at the magic of the moment, its evanescence and luminescence.
Beauty lasts but a moment,
art lives a lifetime,
statues in stone rest for centuries.
We exist a second, our stories live a little longer,
And I will love as long as it lasts.
