Passage

There are moments when the perfect words come to mind.

There are epiphanies when inspiration illuminates the recesses of my being.

There are events which elicit crystal clear emotions.

And there times when the path to choose is glistening– all paved in gold.

But there are also memories which I struggle to describe.

There are revelations which throw a shadow across what I once knew.

There are exploits which draw out tangled and unbridled passions.

There are days when the ending of each passage are hidden from view.

—Written by Sandy Heights