Sometimes I wonder what it is
I saw in those forgotten days.
What beauty was that caught my eye,
bewitched as I must have been.
The beauty fades in the reflection,
the image seems so different now.
No longer in the heart of such
illusion that once captivated.
Oh, to be able to glance upon
what passed before me as it was
when wrapped so tight
in shades of what awaited me,
that which disappeared so soon,
lost in the moment’s passing
and the vision cleared so soon.