Cantus in Memoriam Childhood
The smoke of childhood lingers, it
Weeps beneath arches of memory
Sugar-glass temples of deception
Window to that past of ever-sun
White autumn strokes
Cries in a peopled mist
Where now does the path lead?
Downwards, and soft ever-flowing
We gaze behind
Upwards to those stone shadows which once we touched
Ever out of reach
Ever more distant
Autor(es): Mark Sheeky
