I remember a future

In the warp and weft of time
In a labyrinth of pure-hearted sunshine
In a garden filled with the sublime
anti-thesis of decline

I remember a future
in which age and the aged mature
to uncanny depths of childhood
reinvent with a passionate creative urge

that which eluded before.
For I remember a future
filled with a past untouched
by the voracious appetite of Time.

Would that we could uninvent
At least some of the past misspent.