Pursuit of A Fleeting Grace

How many days you stargazed
And thought so little of your dasein?
How many mornings you woke up to mourning doves calling out to the cold?
How many hours you stood under a metal awning to see dawn reflecting off a dewdrop?
How many minutes you lay on a silk mattress, felt the lullabies of sheer curtains sung by the benign blow?
How many times has it passed since we forgot?
How many times passed since it has been too late to go back?
How many of us will it take to regain what has been lost since then?