Cross-eyed jaded,
Filigree of childhood faded,
Her embraces slackened with time,
As I found myself boorishly tracing the rhyme,
Her fortress rife with battlements,
Sharpens in the waning hours,
When sleep grants gentle recompense,
I reach for her in narrow hope,
Her gates might unwind,
This time as one of her kind,
The sentries chuckle bemused at my attempt,
They fold their arms scoffing at the unkempt,
I turn away,
My eyes dilated,
At the woefully familiar darkening expanse,
Cross-eyed jaded
Unfurling Firs 