Remember when beginnings were born,
and endings seemed beyond infinity.
Dreams like a chrysalis entombed, protected,
banishing all amorphous fears of beguilment.
Diaphanous, halcyon, mornings where hope
was dulcet in its inception.
Always blinded to the inevitable,
Music, once mellifluous murmurs,
now a cacophony of memories lost.
The splendid luminescence of love
reduced to mediocrity.
The foolish assurance that passion was
when time felt eternal …..
never ever dies….