• the soft smell of spring
    sweeps through on the breeze
    flirting with the senses
    invigorating
    inviting
    holding close memories
    forgotten feelings long erased
    growing old under the setting sun
    lost in the sentiments of the quickly passing afternoon
    such a sight to behold
    all that is lost might again be renewed
    reminiscing
    regretting

    rising in the wind
    sailing towards eternity
    and falling towards inevitability
    the golden ship of youth sails by
    coasting in the waters of opportunity
    sinking in the swamps of time
    the roots have grown
    planted
    safe and secure
    into middle-class
    middle-aged mediocrity
    no lofty longing of dreams unreachable
    no sweet determination to reach the destination
    only the reality of a life
    once loved
    now lost
    pragmatic and practical

    that golden ship is nearly out of sight
    those wings of wax can no longer fly me to the sun
    because i cannot see the sun
    cannot feel the thrill of flight
    only the fear
    and the fall
    i cannot see the goal
    because the trials stand too tall

    and now the ship is gone
    and the roots are solid
    there is no living left to be done
    only lessons to be learned from the mistakes of the past
    and the hope that they do not become the future

    but alas
    the sun has now set
    and darkness is upon us
    so sleep now
    and wake to see what tomorrow may bring