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
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