Steady moments blanketed on a canvas of time,
fallen
are the memories
now scattered across sidewalks where the footprints
of childhood once rhymed.
We used to play back then, when solid trees
Stood tall, but now only their leaves
now lay. The beauty of innocence, now forgotten, once
was the portrait of a wonderful display
as each November we danced in the rain
in our elements of youth before crime hit the city
and dreams drifted off into just an echo
of silence that now parole curbs of decay. Only leaves
remain, now crumbled into fossil(ed) reminders of how
life use to be, back then, when autumn winds
tickled the faces of our forever child; before
times got wild and growth took us away
from everything we dreamed was possible.
Now, as these leaves scatter, I hear each sound of laughter
As they crumble under my feet and within each
pleasure of burgundy mixed with a slight tint of brown
I see each face that I once knew –
fallen but very much alive inside
the heart of years gone by.
© 2012
Tarringo T. Vaughan
