Lights dancing on the water

‘All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another…’ – Anatole France

Change…change…change…winds of change…those

Longed for whispers of hope…love…life…dreams

Drifting…floating…swirling, smoke in the water,

To grasp at it is to reach for the impossible…

…no…

Not impossible…for to wait for change is to wait for hope…

So sit patiently by the water’s edge, see the colours change,

ripples merge and sink…lights dancing on the water…now black…then…

…red…orange…yellow…brighter…brighter…as hope renews,

circumstances change and life begins…

again.

Poem for Daily Prompt: Change http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/16/daily-prompt-change/