Image by Joe from Pixabay

 

We seem to notice
All the shadows first
So different from the startling
Light above our eyes

At that age
Where we start counting
The things that
We have left

We have left
Most of the vague
Sad things lost
To circumstance

We dream we are bound
For something wonderful
Ultimately, we are bound
To live with less

Yet how is it that
Some brilliant spark rejoices in us
And new light falls down
Flooding everything we love