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Standing beneath the uncrushing deep

looking into unfathomable space

taking in light from long deceased stars

that live for as long as the vastness of the cosmos each and every one.

Do you remember the lite years?

you heard him say.

Possibilities

limitlessly strewn

candescent hope scattered in every nook.

We savor the new exotic fruit

freedom to dress the look

connect, disconnect, connect in our own stride and rhythm.

Feathers born to bath in wind

barely aware of the hive

these are the lite years

untethered by demands of time, attention, responsibility.

But,

always looking forward to the time when……………….

Flash forward to the present

firmly rooted by the weight of my years

hardened by the burden

and happiness is now.