RESTORATION

Relinquish this life would I readily

For the promise of love that grows steadily

In place of the state of the world as we know it

Where decay robs all things, including this poet

For never to age nor perish we long

As if for the chords of a faraway song

That once we had sung but long since forgotten

Now dismayed and disdained,

blood-stained and rotten

We labor along, hastening that day

When, in a flash, the chorus will play

And there, be restored to the glory once held

Behind fateful journeys that promises spelled

To return to our places of glorious splendor

Seated on thrones with touches so tender

That hearts will be melted in pools of communion

Not Midas, but better, more precious than bullion