Tragedy---For Jon

Lost? Found. Never has life's cruel temper dealt its deceiving hand as this day Lost-found in a place, living know not. Kinship friendship - words, verbiage to describe mortal bonds While those of the soul grasp bonds endless and dimensionless Youth is but a stage of dying Time cruel to its very essence. Time blows through us all as our sight through glass Its dark fingers paint our walls and carry us to our HOLMES Its cruelty is its existence. Defining agony, depriving experience Youth felt emotion lost through existence Found youth soul existence beyond comprehension Youth to us all? Youth has been lost but found where else But where time confronts us all.