All Things Lost Poem by David Zvekic

Of all words ever said before,
Of all the knowledge known,
Of all the theories held before,
And all that I've been shown;
Of everywhere I've been before,
Of all the actions made,
Of all the sights I've seen before
Throughout the sunlit day;
Of all beauty ever made before,
Of all wingéd creatures high,
Of all the music ever played before
Beneath the nighttime sky;
Of all tales ever told before,
Of all the treasures found,
Of all the ancient kings of yore
Who rest buried underground;
Of all the souls conceived before,
Of all ideas of mind,
Of all the dreams I've dreamed before
And all else of that kind;
Of all the verses made before,
Of all that I could be,
Of all prayers ever prayed before,
On land, in air or sea;
Of all the angels in the heavens,
Their feathered wings unfurled;
Of all the harmonies of God,
And all life in this world -

The loss of all such precious things;
The death of all else too,
Would be a minor trifling
Compared to losing you.