Mime of decline

For when we walked in loves young dreams
 expectation of that youth would bring
 adolecence of a first embrace held on so fast
that pent emotion now released

That permanence that couples know
 cracks that were behind the tempered glass
the finished sentences of loves after glow
and would the future be alack alas

For when hard knocks reign on your soul
and the gilded path is iron pyrates in the grate
and angels cry the clouds of fears lament
that composites are stronger all in depth

That knots and bonds disolved into charcoal
burned buy friction and cauterised
all broken healing wounds helped be immunised
departing hushed like falling leaves

The banages of love and pain that squeeze