We Who Know Cannot Return

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I smelled sunshine

that last time,

the first time,

this time.

Always and forever cloaked in aged twine.

Never did I understand

that gentle reprimand,

how age’s sweet kiss

turned from youth and bliss.

One by one in turn I saw

in visage so raw

how stairs became steep;

my youth I prayed to keep.

And beyond those ruby fields

were iron eyes steeled,

impugned by what I had sought,

in terror of things wrought.

Up and up into the sky,

into then whatever might lie,

concealed,

beyond those ruby fields.