Sometimes life shatters -
splintering sleep,
dashing dreams,
strewing once grand designs
in sharpened shards upon the ground,
fragile fragments of crystalline beliefs.

Sometimes hope scatters -
swirling in a vortex of lies,
wandering in a labyrinth of false starts,
despairing of eternal loss
in misdirection's maze,
entrapped by fate's cruel grasp.

But consider the kaleidoscope -
where perfect moments glow
in transitory splendor,
where fragments fall
and splinters merge
to quick give way to new design
whose glory often does outshine
what it replaces.

What whimsical delights swirl by
in technicolor recreation,
a feast of shifting colors
whose fanciful flights of expectation
pose potent possibilities with each new scene.

Consider this when life has shattered
and fragments only remain of dreams -
A life kaleidoscopically viewed
is life where hope each day's renewed.