Change?

It's been there much,
that special longing
for vision, touch; unbalanced
by tomorrow's spring,
the seed of yesterday:
haunting me.

When I knew right,
and was the hope I
sought in life.

Stunning not against
time, but view of coming
loves. What appeal
is now, gone forth
above?

Forgive my loss, regret
my desire, restitute
my heart.