Longing to linger in the days before

when unclaimed possibilities were free to soar,

to capture celestial intentions before they crashed

and dare to dream unabashed;

to have something to stand for

Even as a stone lion produced a menacing roar,

we were hungry for more and more  

We added layers, a textured life unsurpassed

in the days before

How the invisible hands of time even a score

and simplify stories of yesterday and yore,

stealing hope once stashed and

rewriting reasons why we clashed

It makes us forget the magic and rapport 

of the days before

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay 

prompts: Pinterest – Jen Morris Creative, #VerseAngel