In the tempers of time exist echoes of pain like terminal whispers,
damned is the love-hate that time remembers between jealous sisters
Thy kingdom comes as age grips them in the disassembling spring,
What do ancient memories of these sisters of school daze bring?

Miss Cox in the classroom, needles in her stare,
directed at the boy inscrutable as God, with no care,
Time is a torch, a guide in the dusk, in the touch-and-go,
as we learn what we should and what we should not know.

The traveler’s journey as school-girls, though grades apart
The forbidden knowledge we sought to annoy the upstart,
As the trials of man were taught in musty stained books of fate,
of trios of tulips at dawn, equations, and the republic state.

While in twilight our lessons had us stare awake at the sky,
of the tragedy of two children in love who commit suicide-
A transient fling in old English made fancy, love’s bittersweet taste,
back in the present, Aria and Eva descend the boardwalk stairs in haste.

A beachcomber walks by the ocean, dodging foam, spit out by the sea,
amongst vast waves, searching. Tumbled glass glistens, fragments of memory.
What do memories of school daze bring walking on the shore-
an excuse, a moment to say “I’m sorry for what happened before,

for terminal kingdoms, love-hate jealousy…”? hoping to make amends,
in the complexity of existence, they find reliving the past as friends,
orchestrates moments found, the good often lost in the tempers of time,
Sisters reminisce fondness as bitterness like sea foam, they leave behind.