There are moments
Segments of time
Unforgettable pockets of reality
Without a beginning or an end
They happen to me
Spontaneous springs of momentum
Propelling me from the darkness to light
Removing the sadness
Reminders of priorities
The camera in my mind
Captures the pictures
Protecting them for a lifetime
Projecting them at will
Whenever I need a lift
Like mountain streams
Flowing in the center
Of a forest primeval
And meadows with bright flashes
Of yellows, pinks, and purples
Begging to be noticed
They are there
And then suddenly vanish from view
Inspirational reminders
Of how quickly life passes
From your eyes