Olden Golden


You know it’s the gold
when heart skips a flip
knowing only possibility
of post past future
meeting again
in the light of real
like not/or nothing before
or everything
ever imaginable
beyond ever dreamed, perhaps
it helps to remember
love only is that other place
those shoulda done vanish
in the land of love
let yesterday be dead
it is gone
it is home we
all want
we all find
with/in time.