A Treasure, Beauty, Distant, Lost

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He wants to feel that time again, that time

When morning felt expansion like a wave

That grows; a song that almost strikes a chime

And makes him feel he stands within the nave

Of life, that nave filled up with candle light,

With dawn, with morning breaking over him,

With noon and afternoon, with wings in flight

To holiness, or twilight as a hymn

Of sacred singing and with stars and moon.

He yearns to feel that time again when love

Is promised, promised, promised and then soon

It fills horizons in sun skies above.

  He wants to feel and cannot feel that truth

     Since it belongs away inside his youth.