Rustics Renamed

You see tinsel towns,

Near the pristine surface.

One side is well shown,

And the other a deface.

A picture that plays,

Life's a mirror unphased.

One with reflecting shine,

Backwards the old grey placed.

You miss the plastered magic,

You miss the perfect maze.

When you see newborn image,

Behind, the indifferent old receives no praise.

Like an era past lived,

Another era stands before.

You started for the Pole star,

Now you are at a new shore.

The miracle commences,

The precious voyages faint.

Waves now ruled of revival,

With a renewed spirit, without the former taints.