We Were Boys - Sonnet

Like the morning in its every hour stay Shall not be drifting to ties of gone by But be like a gleaming before the day In the opening of thoughts down or high Nothing's as easy it sometimes was Through the energy of its drifting waste Though there might seem amends of some trespass It came also under influence of taste We were boys in gone yesterday's school yard In our boyish outcome and all their trying luck Then we broke up and went to older ward But some of our thoughts on a rim got stuck Now you are there but I'm still here finding Some of the blind spots that keeps rewinding