Remember the feeling
The quickening pulse, and
spring in one's step?

When skies were bluer.
birds sang louder
and all was well with your world.

Will that, which was lost,
be discovered again?
Like a treasure almost forgotten,
barely recognised,
until the dust of time
and the debris of disappointment
are removed.

Revealing that precious thing
you had given up as lost.
Once re-found
to be cherished
for ever more