Somewhere useful

Generations swell
the right vibrations quickened
Shadows subsided
And glory reigned

Reigned like a light you've never known
one that could never be measured
But eventually each epoch fails
and pales toward a contra tide

One that sweeps away the progress for a time
that leads mild hearts and minds astray
one that dampens the flame and lowers the light
The wayward wanderers couldn't unite single file toward it

And the turnover provides a better sculpted replica of the last
until death robs the scene from our eyes
Is it the pining that swells as each new generation does
to give us the shape and the color of a soul

Pining to see over the horizon where a new generation brews
One with words more fermented and fragrant than my own
And with no less honesty
A tiny step toward the some place useful in the cosmos