Once

Is now, The New.

Once the New….

Now, preclude.

What once lay waste

Now shining in thy glittered gaze.

The winds of change

The moods of rain

The winds of Old

The bitter, the cold.

The chance of glance

The glance, a trance.

What once lay, a cornered gaze…

Well travelled

Well trained.

A patch of healing

The promising shine..

A touch of feeling

The path anew, Alive.

In the trickling sunshine

Like a rose anew….

In the repurposed gaze

A Fresh brew.

What was Once,

Is now Anew.

What was Once

Is once again …. A Prelude.

– J