Seize Now.
Our written past we darken
when in looking back we search
for its worded errors
which turn on the many.
Our day-bed of rest is wasted
by rephrasing each gone attempt
to communicate ourselves
either for or against.
But waking we best seize Now
with both hands raised ready to
dart memory\'s lax guilt
and let love have its head.
We make Kings from deceit,
Lords out of treachery then
Queens from the unseemly
if real feels unsteady.
Stalking the past, self-respect
marks gems from forgiveness
that scatter fresh stardust
over falsehood\'s regret.
Eyes that seek loyalty widen
ways toward transformation
peace oils future\'s gate
so naught left to repent.
Our written past tho\' worded
with error is ever best seen
as a learning curve given
from none other than Heaven.