Turn it on, glowing screen
Title after title
What shall we find?
Not quite what was in mind,
But a memory nonetheless,
Title screen, enter the tale
The story begins

A jump here, a startle there,
A twitch, small little motions
Close, nestled in comfort
Autumn leaves, gently sway
Twisting embers, all is well
Rest, lay thy weary head
Cozy heap, drift into sleep

Embrace winter's frigid touch
Fold into summer’s smile
Drift in autumn’s domain
Crisp air, notes often dare
Fall into the dark
Without fear of the ground below

Depths, I see into you
Strangely familiar,
Eager to say hello
Second meetings, proper greetings,
Hours gone by, nothing to rush
Only linger, linger and wonder
Encapsulated by dreams.

- Jay M
February 6th, 2023