So once upon a
golden age
before the loveliness
that lights the poet’s eye
was lost
there was one day
perhaps the last
when they that sit
sighed silently and said
this is the last time
things will be this way
that which we see today
we truly see
and so we lose
that which we never had
and send our new days
out to love.
Andrew Fincham
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-beginning-3/
