Mmmmhm.

Gaze beneath the hazy sky
to recollect that instant
in which what mattered had all been gathered
and bound to loves unconstant.

Turn back to stare down
the path so quickly paved;
Strain to recall what lies
gently tucked within the haze.

Slowly tug the clock's hands back;
Glare through the mirror as time retracts,
And see those tricks, ticks of the clock,
Cannot now a thing of love mock.

For all that consumed the good of the bright
sprung forth true meaning of what is so light.
The wrongs that fell upon those moments to be vanished
can now alone make sturdier pure triumphs oh most lavish