Sitting silently,
peering deeply
into your solitary refuge,
as memories pervade me.
Amidst abandonment,
childhood being so cliché,
from you a light shines
that defeats the darkness of my day.
Swings.
How life seems to move
back and forth
and we simply fear
to stop.
Then to revel the thrill
of falling again
from brittle branches.
Tunnels.
Dancing in the dark,
the unknown,
to stay still for a while,
devoid of light.
Only to raise one's legs
to peer out for peers,
to take chances.
Slides.
Gliding through
the smooth path,
constantly weathered and greased.
Just to start again,
to continue gliding through
the days and nights
viewing life like glimpses.
Tic-tac-toes.
One x, two o's
Hoping that each block
will give us some order.
Not knowing that
each turn
controlled by our own hands
rotates around our own nuances.
Monkey bars.
Climbing horizontal ladders
from one to another,
counting each bar, each fall.
Achievement after age.
And when we've stretched long enough,
we leave but
our fingertips' traces.
The playground.
Strolling around the mist
of your childlike presence.
Then I've forgotten,
how all laughter, cries,
delighting the sun's each ray,
all simply started from
a choice to play.