Lost

At First There was a

                        brightness

in

each and every

        day.

Mixed with

                            .....wonder

and

            ....joy

But spattered:

    with strange concepts,

            sights,

                pictures and

                    words and

emotions

    Not ever

felt

before.

There is/was a

            time --

        and place - said the voice

Inside - somewhere.

And it has been

                        forever

                for you

But not in this life...

                            not now.

Not as it is/was

in other times,

    places:

The gap is...just

                                too great to bridge.

But rationalizing

            the loss of an

                    evanescent and

                            ephemeral and

so delicate a

        treasure by

                otherworldly

concepts

                will not reduce

        by a single

gram...

the desolate,

  the heart rending

   emptiness...

Or the feeling

   of being

     simply: