Broken moments like this,
Destined to be lost in time,
Fading like grains of sand,
Funneled into deep chasms.

Standing on a jagged cliff's edge upon tempestuous winds,
Arms outstretched to each side as I gaze down below and
I see beyond the sedimentary rocks stacked below by the tides.
I see life being revealed like a scroll unrolling through time.
I see a baby birthed by my wife, a healthy son with her eyes.
I see so many smiles to contrast the salty tears streaming my cheeks.
Arms come down to my sides and the wind ceases it's howling.
Sun ascends and the dark clouds set off to come again another day.
I have lived.

Broken moments like this,
Destined to be remembered,
Stay like an over-winter bird,
Kept as fine polished treasures.