vanity

And as we peer
at the sky illimitable,
the stars infinite,
and resting peacefully,
there where we
might hope
to wander
in our youth,
we must only look
for the magic
that spreads its
warm glow around
our naked minds
and never count
the fireflies that whisper
to the night air
but only feel
the hush
of their silent whispers.

And as the pure
nectar of youth,
immortal youth,
woos us
and lures us
to take a bite
of what life has to offer
let us not rue
past times and the vanity
of youth
but wait,
albeit with impatience,
for the life that waits
for us,
when we will
let ourselves
be
and where we shall
sit quietly
and sip the warm elixir
of wisdom, peering down
at our past with the knowledge
that we lived.