Memory of It

Once it was beautiful and life was whole and vibrant, and it glittered with youth,
The shine would never wear and chip away because it was evergreen.
Smooth sides that could never be broken into unrepairable sharp pieces.
Meanwhile, the fragility of China plates in its weakness is holy and beautiful.
Faded text and words that cannot be spoken again are not retold.
Lingering scents fill the air with memories of days once lived long ago.
Days, weeks, and months spin their web of actions made in the past.
Life simplicity rings true in the mists that cover the mental spaces.
Full like rich plum juices and rounded curves is the shape of it.
Vibrant colors fill the room and shine out all others in their brightness.
Youth spring may never spring again with such vigorous energy.
The memory of it will not break in the cool shadow of ages past.