Post No. 796
Seeing through a looking glass
Remembering with integrity
Trying with utmost sincerity
Unmolding from its history
Does the path run straight and true
Or does it take on another hue?
Selective memories subconsciously
We continue unaware to place ourselves
In a different light, seemingly forever right
Wishful thinking becomes a fact-or
Allowing us the liberty to ride
Upon that rainbow in the sky.
©Denise G Allen, 06 May 2015 14:57