and will we remember
when, over the skyline
the new day comes whistling
all cussing and crying
that before we were older
one time we were young
and the songs we were singing
had e’er been sung
and the new is the old is the new
and i’ll live within, without you

don’t shudder, beloved
for i know we’ll return
to the bridge by the fountain
to the moment of dawn
the sun o’er the mountain
and everything shone
and everything was possible then
perhaps it will be possible

I don’t love this piece, but I think it’s pretty good. I sometimes think I ought to try and set it to music. It’s got something special, even if I think it isn’t fully fruited.