Respite

Though we all carry a hope for respite
I wishful plight
Remembered night
Anon the sight
We look yonder
Away whence we came
To houses new and glades green
Forgotten childish play, childish toys
The magic dies
With a sigh
Our skin crinkles
Our eyes narrow
Our souls crumble
The magic dies
Then child we see once more
And in the sparkle of their eyes
We either cringe
Or know whence we came
And laugh the glee of respite anon no more
Or die once more