Chains

Symphony, chains clinking against metal
Links rubber seats cradle and comfort

Sand filled wind hums the tune metre with each swish
Each dip, each crest

Married two too young to know
The missed crescendo

An imbalance, a racket and rocked seat
Waxing ever skyward only to wan

What chains pull, lashing our minds to the past
Gone playgrounds and dusty summer days

That grazed the sky with time to spare
So fast we lose so many visions

Red top curls, acrobats balanced above
Simple crescent eyes

Idealistic mirrors for the unknown
It was the last we swung