Madding Monday

(This one's my 'Boiler Poetry' at the moment!)
  
as the sky crept silver
above the battle
they glanced along a vale
of shining diamonds
their faces twinkling with love's golden ghosts
all was silent
hearts afloat
as a secret host of
memory and disaster,
that most remembered
after the glitter
did eat their puzzled souls away,
fell down upon
the spirit of laughter
and they recalled
their beautiful smiles
the other side
of Madding Monday.