Your words float around me,
A charming melody-
They pay homage to my senses,
Wrap me up, and set me free;
But my heart aches of its own accord
It never leaves me be.

It reminds me of the time before,
Time spent in the dark-
But time with you jars my soul;
I've gotten back my spark.

Nostalgia is a funny thing
I often think about;
It's whispers of the past slowly
Drown the present out

Passing hours by the window
Taking in the sun's warm glow;
Some may say I'm wasting time
But that shows me what they know.

The peace of mind it gives me
To see the world at work,
Gives me strength to deal with
The Skeptic's fatal smirk.

Stay awhile, take a breath,
Sit with me and talk-
We'll watch the day bloom and fade
Like a wilting flower stalk.