A Somber Judgement

As evening seers the cobalt sky,
old memoirs woken, testify,
an aging dream once put to rest
replays where faces manifest.

Its there shes forced to watch her play,
where hopscotch hopes become dismay
A child's glea and clumsy grace
explore the chalkline's cold embrace.

long hours dance upon the clock
as midnight strikes an aftershock,
cold silence grasping whimpered gasps
like wallets mourning broken clasps.

And somewhere 'neath the somber stroke
her arms embrace what fate revoked,
the innocence of youthful eyes
with gentle quips and quaint replies.

An open window courts the breeze
as scents revive old memories.
Those playful eve'nings 'neath the stars,
the fruits of nature's repertoire.

And yet with years all things must fade
like ghostly children time betrayed,
asleep beneath an earthen quilt
where fickle gods embrace their guilt.