Sanity
Escapes the mighty and the meek
A single bough that’s bent to break
And from the leaves the colors leak
As frost moves in and phantoms speak
Wisdom's sealed on yellowed pages
Like stories told through out the ages
Chipped like paint on window panes
But perhaps pretend some truth remains
Concealed and lost cliché aggressions
Poised on the eve of pale September
Steals away the dawn’s possessions
Unveiled mysteries we won’t remember
Gravity too soon defied
Roots that lightning ripped away
Forces that won’t be denied
Have the power then to stay
Playing wanton now at last
As colors fade and seep
The summer dissipates too fast
But wakes fallen idols from their sleep
And as those very colors die
Cold makes a promise not to stay
But beneath the shelter of the sky
Their glory is washed away
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