where_my_treasures_lie Dafremen r.dafremen In the passing of youth Springtime wonders abound To keep restlessness long distance running Go away! Run away! Begone familiar moments! Let newness set the pace Seldom short of breath or spark Come fascination's second wind No want of long past memories Never wanting could've, should've been Just anticipations pulse to feed, as it quickens Just satisfaction to throw on the fire. Against this hurried, hectic pace Between some longing's tender blades There in some field of younger days A clover blossom's shadow plays And echoes off the foxtails Truth as subtle, patient lingers Where my treasures lie. 'Twere lost among the many whims Less a spectacle than each passing fancy More as twilight's parting cobalt Seems to greet the evening sky Were it maybe meant instead To mark the Sun's goodbye? There is no Sun The day has gone Perhaps it was a dream Perhaps we were just seeing things Watercolor curtains part Scene One: a starlit night Wonders never cease, it seeems To catch a wandering eye Amazement's reward to an eager apprentice Fascination's promise to a student of life Thus did the magic live in the moment Live for the moment Where my treasures lie. 030914 what's it to you? who go blather from