Capture

How to catch the varied colors I see before me
Dancing to the enchantment of hidden dreams
That weave through the dark recesses of my soul
And ensnare me so tenderly if wander into its whim.
These flights of fancy that beget
The wounded dangling images of childhood
Wane in the pale limpid light
That bathe us in our senescence.
How then am I to recapture the briefest
Of the most revered imperfect perfections?

Dare I try to rewind the night before?
Dare I try to once again find the simplest
Of all the beautiful false truths to which we clung?
That I could once again be so naïve as to see
Only that paradise of worried shelter sprung over me
By youth's masked eyes!
But then I would lose the wisdom pain imparts,
Would I not? Would I care?
Pain suffered for my own self destructive stubbornness.
Lessons sought, ignored, thought, then hammered home.

Gone is the bliss of days my youth whittled away.
Now I find bliss in captured memories, captured heartbeats
Of serene sublimity where all pauses; Only an ephemeral moment.

I Capture these.