Transience

That look when you are fast asleep,
that stainless mien,
erases the past in that fleeting moment.

The transient innocence caught in slumber
is a far cry from all I remember...

Those lies you wove
like the tawdry needlework on moms clothes
or those games you played,
that put monopoly to shame
- all forfeited in that flash.

Eclipsed by the shadow of naiveté,
arrested for just an hour or two,
until your sleep cycle pedals into dawn
and then what was you is a bygone!