Shrouded Jewels

Foggy veils obscure

all but childhood memories 

damned synaptic cataracts!

What are we to do with these?

Yet despair not, at this loss.

Revel, rather, in history’s gems

unburdened by decades of dross

gather, polish, cherish them

beyond what was heaped above,

rather focus on what’s beneath 

and at their core, eternal love.

For that’s the core, the very heart,

this place we end is where we start.