The Gods of Goodness
are near now to me.
Love is splendour
green as grass.
Lawns clipped.
No idea of how it was
as beauty
in the long gone past.
Who remembers how it was …
splendid, valuable,
loved and cared
and considered and blessed?
—–
Cannot ever return.
So do not waste and idly burn.
December 26th, 2016
Tags: Love