Far,far away,
A distant memory,
Lost on the shores of time,
Was my fragile heart buried,
I journey back,
To when it was all perfect,
And everything moved in slow motion,
When the wind raced through my hair,
Making it rile in reaction,
When the rain danced with the dust
In youthful glee,
And filled my nostrils,
Sweet musty scent,
Beckoning me,
To join in the sprightly dance of ecstasy,
Until the heavens pull you away from
My grip,
And I retreat
To reality’s prison.

An old poem,  written in the Era of blue days.