a dream of enchantment

may i say lightly
in a hasty tone of forgotten immortality
to you
whomever you may be
that i was
and perceptively will be
for what you have has glistened
and emerged forth
being even to me
for what i have not yet encountered softly
or ventured from
or unto
a mystic enchantment of wonder has enlaced
(but possible only a superficial waste)
an era of forgiving for a wrong left undone
being weak can only be judged
by one being still weaker
or falsely strong
but truly alive