3) b) What once has been is now gone buried in
The covers of the past on a bed of time.
Yet what has been is not in vein, nor shines
Dimly in the light of what is to come;
For simmering brightness that shone fine sparks
Of memories bitter sweet do not tone
The present unless it meets with sorrow.
Therefore, love what has been, tomorrow marks
A new world of sights to behold, borrowed
From the present hours: wherein are told
By the light of sparks from smithies hammer,
That mind of clay, new memories untold.
Yet by the flame of light we once did share,
Shall I remember your sight. Oh so fair...
Memories Untold, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012
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