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.