I guess the spirit never really dies- Words help me remember How everything was a rainbow.
And the spectrum - A variety of freedoms, A clumsy learning, A horizon ending with friends, A stick, a ball, and a soda.
I'd write the summers, The humidity's tender sweat Which I guess became a cloud just For me whose shape would stir My imagination as the sky fell for me. I'd write the best of friends That never turned away adventure, The forest in our neighborhood With the wind rippling trees as Autumnal tenders blew memories To the future.
I want the words which are forever, Immortal kids running like flames Over ripples of time, Hearts that never aged and innocence That never failed, I'd write the poem of a little boy And candy wrappers surround.
I'm a little boy poet, I want to write every joy, Every new sorrow with a veil Of child like mourning, To write the light in my eyes As I saw my first crush, A fathomless rainbow to remember indeed.
This poem is pointless, I cannot experience them through Words, I think I'll go play with my daughters And drift away into spectral grace.