I was never fully able,
To map out that foggy paradise.
Nor did I ever manage,
To completely call it mine.
Steadfast, I studied its
Green water and white sand.
But all in vain.
Father Time had to remind
Foolish, youthful adventurers
That time cannot decline,
It's looming expiration.

But looking back,
It's much more clear.
In my mind,
I can paint every pathway.
Every palm tree, and
Every still life pond.
Wherein reflects,
The signs I missed.
The calls I never heard.

Never understood its turns
Till existence came to rest,
Far out of physical reach.
But then,
It was inevitably too late.

Now I trip
Over scrambled memories
As they wander back to visit me.
Treasures sweet
Shining tokens of gold.

Once in a precious while,
Deep within me
I pretend
I'm soaking in that pond again,
And that face breathes a smile
Reawakening time to begin.

I stare into
That water that once washed your skin,
That bright moon that once absorbed your smoke,
As if they held onto a piece of you.
And somehow
If I meditate deep enough,
I could bring it back to life.

And once life has been restored,
I'll keep it locked inside.
I'll echo,
I'll keep it locked inside.
Never again could spirit escape,
A young and promised boyish body.

Regret every decade gone to waste,
Under appreciated opportunity.
There is no nourishment left,
To milk from your bittersweet memory.
Your ten carat ghost from yesterday,
With its Emerald and gold
Matches nothing but your face.

You were always more distant
Than I would have liked you to be
And now you are officially,
Out of reach.

Look not to see
But to realize,
That beauty is
Invisible.
Warm summer air
Will give the most
Honest Embrace
You will ever find.

Learn more
From what you hear
In silence,
Than the wooden bells
And cement cymbals
Recklessly, perpetually
Pounding day and night.

When excitement begins
Spinning, fastly reeling
Hold your breath inside,
To feel instead of think.
Inside of your eyelids,
Becomes the center
Of the universe.

The Past,
Will melt behind you.
The Future,
Walking towards you.
What they share
In common,
Will be  a home for you.

Float, flicker flame.
Swimming in champagne.
Dream, sleeping iris.
You will not miss a thing.

Make believe desire,
Originate Anew.
Reality would be
Rude to awaken you.

Nine days is not too soon
After all the patience,
For faith to finally bloom,
Self-created credence.

Float, flicker flame.
Swimming in champagne.
Dream, sleeping iris.
You will not miss a thing.

Nine days is not too far off,
For hope to hold onto you.