The changing circumstances in your life can be viewed as new doors opening
Many days watching walls that never change their faces,
wondering what a life is worth if kept too long in the dark;
smokey dreams filled with whispers and delicate eggshells,
fading silver linings and sunsets burnished like old brass.
Yet each new day cracks the dawn with the hammer of possibility,
slivers of light that bear no grudge to the shadows of yesterday;
the blanket pulled over the bed of stars that warmed your sleep,
becomes the carpet on which you place one sure foot after another.
When you sit down and contemplate you have the freedom to choose,
take brush and palette to your rooms with swathes of golden sunlight;
you can hang your stars like a chandelier of crystal clear thoughts,
and change the temper of your smile with the warmth in your heart.
Like the ever-changing river that winds through your corrugated life,
your soul will meander with you to the ocean that is your potential;
collect on your journey all the colour and texture that you desire,
from which cloth you can cut yourself a sleeve to show your heart.