The cord of life is broken br by a mistermeanered fact. br Dark clouds of heaven, br curtain the sunshine back, br vigilance is nowhere, br yet everywhere unseen. br Eyes search for guidance, br to explain things they’ve seen. br br Flowers of the autumn br petals faded begin to fall, br like hearts of parted lovers, br hurt by the parting call. br Reasons for such pain, br remains a mystery, br we seek to explain, br but never the joys of meeting again. br br Lingering shadows from a staircase br where discarded dreams mount, br endless hours of searches br for the youth gaining fount. br Lines of every ceasing age br tarnish the daily page, br as we wonder br if it will ever be read.