Once Our World Had Younger Eyes
once our world had younger eyes,
time then moving slow;
now this present burning past,
as saplings, children grow;
what has been, was and
what would end,
small slices, measured time;
speak now ghosts of love and friends,
seeds of kindness sown in lonely wind;
but light moves dawn to dusk's beginning,
what men build all crumbles down;
oft a someday never comes,
brass shows through a gilded crown;
to live per diem on check'd off lists,
too fleeting, now it's gone;
blood turned ink and pulp for bone,
paper moments squander dawn,
while years drip out of clenching fists;
small troubles, smaller joys,
to know is not to hold;
now is all, this all is now,
kairos burnt the ancient wold;
in shining faces bloom elysian fields,
as seconds build to fade away;
hearts beat metronomic pace,
like exiled steps of men that cannot stay,
as tears rend wombs that never heal;
so gazing out to future's fright,
held clung to memory soon passed;
to hold, so close, in kodachromic reels,
while fading much too fast;
but soon to see unfettered love would stay,
when letting go is gaining all;
as authentic lives soon thrived in summer's warmth,
so too were shining carried into fall,
these human hearts were built to break away.
|