Telluric Even
Our dug out dusted diamonds
Thieves of a slighted glance
A minds’ stolen moments
Eternity’s only chance
Sheltered and hiding, we buried these
Moments with our mothers
Hopeful they’d flower too
Not surrender to their druthers
But a lone life
Is a certain death
A love lost
Unanchored past
The little boy just couldn’t last
The Father’s patience suffers