Is Not Was

beautifully inspired by the quiet moments the rapture of words is short lived and passes by like a swift summer rain filled with glorious life yet to be lived with promise of tomorrows never ending sunshine all in the briefest of moments captured by the heart like a photograph distilled joy in the frame of memory only to be handled with cherished fondness as the years roll by as the memory's are distilled into a panoramic of life's adventure a vision of what we perceived was not is but cherished nonetheless