This Time

It is in the remittance of this moment that I subsist.
As I attempt to stray away from the uneasiness preoccupying the brain a warm sensation overcomes me.
An innovative gist of being.
A fond awakening which draws a smile upon the face initializes change.
As a child I dreamt.
As an adult I continue to reverie.
And as time passes before me I recollect my exploration of life.
The measures of the day gleam new historical beliefs of possibility.
Reaching for the stars never appeared so secure.
Living the dream is not a preference.
And thoughts replenish the brain with stimulating sentiments;
You can be what you want to be.
Anything is possible if you believe.
Friends give way to what once was and celebrate this time.
The mood exciting.
The atmosphere letting go of the pain and embracing now.
Family tells stories of the day to younger generations.
What a feeling of hope.
Pride.
Happiness illuminates the heart, which permeates the soul with glee.
This is and was the moment that will reside with me now and tomorrow.
And even more as a child dreaming.
Twinkle, twinkle little star.