A fallen treehouse

An abandoned rope ladder

And this too will pass

Compared to the stars

Separated by light years

You’re right next to me

Long warm evening light

Fragile memories of summer

Once I was a child

Frayed around the edges

Like butter on too much bread

Held on by fine threads

Heavily I fell

My limbs broken my crown smashed

Perfect fire wood

Window panes rattle

My nerves torn to paper shreds

Standing on the edge

The years roll onward

As I become my father

Inexorably

Sleeping after noon

The city slumbers soundly

While we wonder on

Rising with the sun
Our next adventure awaits

Are you ready yet?

A empty fortress

Crumbles under every tide

The sea always wins

My desire for

External validation

Is needy and sad

Old stone walls crumble

Built before our parent’s days

They will outlive us