Saturday, November 30, 2024

Ubi Sunt

 UBI SUNT

the memories of my youth are

scattered afield and afar

as distant and varied as the stars


the constellations I can name

as well as any childhood game

yet neither can I reach nor claim


only in that dream within a dream

shall I catch and glimmer and gleam 

of all I once held in esteem


© Breyel, Timm. "Ubi Sunt". All rights reserved.

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