Nostalgia's Glass

A warm eclipse its entry brings: Through glasses darkly, stranded things Enliven and infect the heart Setting time and soul apart Faces slip, and moments pass— Mere baubles in the cloudy glass

Words cast out and none remembered But time persists— the past surrenders The tangible then reappears Until at last the surface clears The visions fade, the faces dim... How coldly then the light seeps in.