Many More Dawns

In the prevailing beauty of many moments,
I relinquish my dread of aging into decay,
They are more lovely when I let all my feelings wash over me.

It's not that my whole life is yawning in front of me,
I like to think it stretches over magnificent waterfalls,
and cuts through scenic routes, gasping for wonder.

Hand me the crayons for my coloring book,
stand back while I blur the lines,
let's fill the spaces with our laughter.