Perspective - Sonnet 53

Life is a paint, and we are unstained glass;

Whatever light the cosmic brush may bring,

The moon and stars, in all their glistening,

Will help illumine days with what will pass;

The glasses that we wear are far from old;

The lenses, they are crafted day-to-day,

And whether gone tomorrow or today,

They shape the very stories that are told;

So whether the beginning or the end

Is primed within the center of your eye,

Do not let all your numbered days go by

Without attention to the hue, my friend,

Of what you see and how you wash it so,

In dim, dull gray, or through the rainbow's glow.