James Vaughn

On The Edge Of Happy - Poem by James Vaughn

On the fuzzy edges of happy there are colors streaking through my life like a bizarre rainbow, yet I see gray. Happiness, being more by providence than design, is catalyst for dreams that constantly spurn life’s directions.

Any moment exists to alter dreams as fickle fate coaxes the dice. Snake eyes sometimes, boxcars the next. Occasional sevens make you continue to roll. A confidant, comrade, or kindred spirit is the potential prize for daring to courageously take a chance.

These influences create a kaleidoscope of hues. Sometimes, unfortunately, a gray veil of cynicism hazes the scenes in my mind like gossamer, making butterflies appear as merely moths.

Occasionally though exhilaration for the prize penetrates the gray making what seemed a moth one moment an exquisitely colored butterfly the next.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009

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