How quickly it passed, that immortality
Just an illusion now but a reality then, a
Place eternal where nothing mattered but
Everything had purpose, fleeting summer
Days that went on and on but never lasted
When the stars came out to wink at fireflies.
Ah, but those nights lingered too, crickets
Playing out of tune but keeping time just
The same, though I didn’t know it then and
Wish I could forget it now, counterpoint
To a distant ticking that was lost beneath the
Bittersweet regard of my own beating heart.
Except that I never regarded such things, only
Knew that I was alive beneath those
Stars, the regard I speak of written by a man
Caught in the romance of childhood, that
Half-remembered dream of twelve-years-old
Just an abstract recollection to me now.
So forgive me, please, if I choose to wander
There, even for a little while longer, because what
I do recall is indeed bittersweet, however elusive
Those thoughts may be, at least until I close my
Eyes, look inward to find whatever remains like
A seeker of ancient artifacts without the proper tools.
The smell of freshly mown grass, I remember this.
The magical sound of playing cards in bicycle
Spokes, wind in my face, racing my shadow to
The ice cream stand and a double-dip cone on a
Huffy that had seen better days, I remember this.
The pretty girl who lived down my street…
I can bear to write no more, but will
Hold it close because what I was has made
Me what I am, and like that empty wind
I also covet what is left behind, the leaf
I chase but a single page in a book I
Once thought would never be completed.