The Sandbox

As if it were the air, past the corner turning, We bend as lifes' flowing moments go, Age deep within the heart of memory burning, With all we see and all we know. Look! There's the youth we cherished so, Up from behind, steady, slow, Memory pursues us as a spiders' prey is caught. Oh, the blue that arched above our heads, As the sun beat down from above, Our eyes reflecting azure skys, hearts ablaze with love; We would play, in the sandbox, joyful without dreads. All too soon the days grew cold, Our friends dissapeared, shadows fell, we grew old. Vanished now the place we'd play, all things seem to fade away, Lost in times' embrace, the sandbox, the children and the day.