I spy with my weary eye,
lions and tigers and bears… oh my!
Let’s dwell upon the dreams of youth
not yearnings from the long of tooth.
A time to ponder thoughts serene,
not trapped behind some jaded screen
of hidden hearts from lovers past.
Those days were never meant to last.
But watch those joyful shards of light
That bring your dream love back each night
Yet leaves all perils at your door
to dream that love forever more.
Behold that chided grip of time,
it’s folds within itself sublime
with knowing that it’s day will come.
If not for all then all for some.