Some Questions Don't Have Answers

The mirror

It speaks now.

Always talking, 

exclaiming, a

constant reminder of the things

that were.

Its image, changing,

sends me back.

                    birds are singing...

                    pulling the breeze...

                    into boundless bringing...

                    my endless futures...

                    they begin to sing too...

                    you once, hummed this tune...

                    do you remember?

It was oh so

long ago.

When it was all oh so 

simple.

My toes then were dipped in

the waters of life,

not yet to

my knees.

My eyes then opened with

curiosity and wonder,

not yet bound by 

aging wisdom.

My heart then coursed

excitement through

my veins,

that very blood

not yet laced with

fear.

The world then tasted of

probabilities,

not yet strung with 

expectation.

How beautiful it all was. 

The mirror leans closer,

lowering to a whisper,

merely audible, only but a 

single decibel.

                    your heart still carries this

                    chorus...

                    the very carol that made you

                    joyous...

                    how have you forgotten?

                    how is your love for the world

                    no longer begotten?

And to that,

I haven't an idea.