Tulsa, OK, USA
Opening the window of my memory
And feeling the calming breeze,
The scent of honeydew comes to me
Visions of tall grass up to my knees.
I dance in the hayfield, caressing the sky
With outstretched hands and extended fingers
Feeling the wind as it rushes by
Leaving only the memory that lingers.
I shout and wave to those I know
Visiting in my solitude
Faces come and as slowly go
In and out of my interlude.
I hear the laughter of those now gone
Beckoning me not to forget
Calling me onward, yes slowly on
To places I haven't been just yet.
A bubbling brook of sweetness flows
Dividing the field to the sea
And these memories are sweet I know
And a part of what is me.
Slowly backing through the window
Closing the curtains to hide the glass
And slowly now I start to go
Leaving behind what's in the past.
Knowlege tempered by wisdom...Wisdom tamed by youth.