Reinvention.
Rose coloured spectacles must be grown
to capture passing of time.
Peering backward unearths old spectres
who evoke the poetic mind.
Words may explode with special insight
when extra prisms are worn.
Fate waits for scribes who fancy encased
can re-invent times before.
Caught by perfume of imagined lives
past ages glow like a rose.
Poets can scent the not remembered
to pen events no one else knows.