Messianic Desire Poem by Bryan Taplits

Bygone sparks have flamed again
Nostalgia reigns supreme,
My limbs hang weak at my kindling's heat
As once again I dream.
I see where I've been, the where's and when's
No longer need I seek,
For my fortune's past (like shoes they last)
And-grateful-I take a peek.
However, disappointment drowns
all conflagrations
As my memory stores no longer surge,
Yes, indeed, I'm grateful for my renascent ability-
But I no longer have the urge.