The heart is much too full
And the spirit up and down.
There's peace and joy in hugs
And fear and tears unbound
By any sign of friendship
For change is coming fast.
The different, heralded by joy
Is mocking all the past.
The ship of years is moored
And ready to be blessed.
The bottled wine is broken
And I don't want all the rest.
But here it sails so softly
Slices through the waves
And takes no heed to time
Or the effort friendship gave.
But here at last is happiness
In different colored stripes
It cares not for assumption
But shatters settled life.
Here at last, adventure
Beyond the hope and doubt.
It waits not for decision
But pours the future out.
postscript
I am very blessed, but very afraid.