Fragments

HO trains and our family portrait Behind the glass on Sunnybrook lane Vinyl wood and that off-white carpet Hide and seek in that antique scene Old green truck and the architect's drawings Fading like the autumn sun Trees commence their transformation Disrobing to their feeble bones Piles of leaves we burrowed under Til the town came around and gathered them up Flourishing to break tradition And branching out to a brand new day Oh, fragmented bursts of time Oh, how I remember them Sickeningly sweet are my recollections Like pools of light in a murky lake All I possess is time for reflection This euphoric heart does ache Framed behind that glass protection A former self that I envy Recurring waves of profound introspection I find that my youth was far from perfection Bearing the burden of overprotection And saving my soul from divine intervention Oh, fragmented bursts of time I often fail to remember them They fade out like the autumn sun Do I just forget, and let it all be done? Or stick around and revel in diversion? I think I'll wait and maintain my aversion