The Stories of our Youth

"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be
Are full of trees and changing leaves..."
Charles Isaac Elton
The Stories of our Youth
The moon rises before the sun expires
The summer forgets before the autumn colours
A love hides and a song plays
Through the credits of a movie
Disappearing like the stories of our youth
I stand in the soft rain
Waiting for August to fold
September fell once but stands now
How we remember is up to us
I have not forgotten you
Being in love is not an option
The shadows of vows are dark
The smiles of children are white
Digging through sandboxes for treasure
Finding a bone or a piece of China
I will be silver before being old
There will be a sliver of life left
When I close my eyes on winter
Reflecting off the abandoned lake
Frozen with its misplaced mittens
All the stories of our youth
They are written when we are old
Barely able to paint a face
Especially those we loved fully
I complete another jigsaw puzzle
My mind is full of corn mazes
The fields are being ploughed
The animals are being slaughtered
You took something from me
Replacing it has been hard
I cannot figure out this void
A black hole without a muse
Is just another empty space
My heart aches like a bone
It also beats like an organ
Pumping me full of life
I guess the story goes on.
August 21, 2010
john.