Escaping the ruins of my happy ever After from the past to the laughter best and last Having made amends nor to make a mess again Having once guessed wrong before but guessing again Now when heart and mind open up to forever Confessing I know nothing at all after all Gratified to be then satisfied whatever Comes as it somehow becomes me now or never Better late than latter as a mindful matter Of time to know a moment more to grow for me Until my day is done when one who knew like you Will not bereft of me still be left poetry A part of me as part of you however small Through destiny essentially the best of me The essence of my being written down to this Token of wandering unspokenness under The sun until done through brokenness to wonder On the lips of one I love spoken like a kiss +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII