Reinvention.
Rose coloured spectacles have to be grown
to capture passing of time.
Looking backward un-earths spectred races
where ghosts evoke poetic insight.
Lines may be composed on manifold strings
when special prisms are worn.
Fate waits for a scribe who, shades in place
reinvents life of ages before.
Covered with bloom of imagined events
the past can glow like a rose.
Poets might scent the never remembered
to invoke events nobody knows.