shining

For one night my life was all color and goodness and whispers and smiles and laughs and bad dance moves.


For one night I saw, in an inkling of a moment, something beautiful and good and wonderful.

The joy in that night. The young smiles and close words.

The innocence of that night will live on within me even while memory fades and I cannot remember it.


The goodness of that night... the truth.. the unsuspecting goodness of it all


I convince myself that it wasn't as amazing as I thought it was....

and then something reminds me of it....


a picture...

a word...


And then I'm trying to learn how to appreciate that night... without making it more than it was and not expecting anything to come of it's goodness


Try to convince myself that it was one bright, shining moment to remember for the rest of my life....


And not something that hints at a future that is real and tangible and true... and right....



I'd rather be proven wrong... be shone that it was a night that would hint at something real and good and right and not something less... not just a shining moment, but something more


Than convince my self it is and be proven wrong... be shone that it was just one moment.... one shining moment.... and nothing more.