I wish I’d been, I wish I were, In other times to be,
What you yourself once said you were,
When you yourself were he,
When only matters mattered most,
And most peculiarly,
When all the world was fast asleep, across the lands, and oceans deep, and in the clouds where angels weep,
But alas we are but thee,
And now but now we see!
by John Patrick Seekamp, 2014
I wrote this on Saturday night while trying to think of something to post. My first post!