Bench boards are cold with pearly ropes
The fallen necklace by Hera's spite
Goddess ruling blinded for her wrath
To the ruination of nonchalant hopes

The clatter by the loamy soil
Fallen tree sleeves wipe their cuffs
And down goes gold and ocean gifts
Like bronzed fruit ready to spoil

Take rest so bunions softly shrink
Soles harden but where not tread
For a while the eyes freed can wander
To the round white spheres entangled beneath

Traveller of the gutters find
The goddess grace cast down and lost
Until she spies another's cues
For jealous nature opens the blind

Cradled sand in material cloud
By twine of lifethread in love's promise
Feel something in one's aching joints
That mortality alone allowed

That beauty is a shapeless fiend
By generations leave its shell
Until grandchildren take the rot
And call it godsend always been

Ancient mother's coming call
To unsuspecting holder of her art
The timepiece tells a stranger hour
Of where her children look and fall

Wound by the road have stopped their cries
The forest arms detached have warmed
In evidence that life persists
For gone are all that left have lied

In distant stretch she will descend
A foreign face in hourglass
Clutching her string of memory
No recollection in its head

To empty mind she is a ghost
Epitome of something dreamt
And she will float on past glories
With wisdom of the ages host

To empty mind she represents
A gesture given half in hope
That present thought can wrap around
The interaction now dispensed