Yesterday

Walking through the past
time was not focused
on the current moment.

Time..
did not rob of any moments.
All was sacred, all was true,
real... ideal.

A trip past the great buildings of man
towards the subtleness of nature.
The meadows, moving freely with the wind.
The sun, shining on everything worth its love.
Your hand in mine.

Time, a friend not an enemy..
made happiness and pleasure all last.

Where are those moments?
So sacred, so true..
did they fall out of your favour?
Feeling something, feeling anything..
is that not ideal to you?

What are you now
but a prisoner robbed of your soul.
Taken advantage of by time..
he plays you, your heart..
turning it cold.

Come back to me
descend back to this earth.
A simple word, a simple gesture of gratitude..
a smile.. some kind of connection.
Anything is worth something..
and something can be everything..
but now.. everything, and all I'm left with, is yesterday.