All unconscious in our time
We loved what we knew not
Love is love and in its fullness
Knows not itself for that we need
Art and memory but in our time
All we had was the moment and
If we only knew how precious it
Was we could not have loved it
More; we would have loved it less
That is what makes it so poignant.
We pass thru time in a sleep. We
Do not see its passing until it is no
Longer but is changed into another
Time. Our time is particular and a
Peculiar dream. Quaint our lives
Now seem. The music, the town.
The neighborhood. the people we
Knew. the people we were. We pass
into another time unaware. Remember
The penny candy store. An old man. the
Single glass counter in one small room
In an old wooden building all long gone
Seems like only yesterday I used to stop
In there on the way home from elementary
School but it was long ago and all is changed
Now is a mystery and we still love it more
Than we can ever know in the magic moment.
Those Amber times seen thru the dusty glass
Cry with me a little my friend for times gone
You were innocent then and did not know it
And will be again when you wake from this
Long dream it will be true that it too was loved
By you and that you too were loved. in the gold
Of His memory Held in the psalms of His hands
"And ever has it been that love knows not its own
depth until the hour of separation," Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet
"You paved paradise and put up a parking lot
You don't know what you've got till its gone..."
Joni Mitchell Blue Album