jocund

the past casts shadows
to cover me in melancholy morass
dark and viscous as molasses
though not near as sweet

shadowboxing memory
who seems never to retreat

but in lightness of your feet
and your bright and shiny grin
you drive back shadow
and shadow gives in

you dance in the sunlight
and with a jocund twirl
spin me into your arms
where I giggle like a schoolgirl
besotted by your charms

and I remember that
while I cannot change the past
shadow and memory are
hazy and ephemeral
and neither will last

joy need not be a surprise 
for every day the sun will rise