We sat in the shade of that old pine tree

inhaling the fading October sun

twisting lyrics to ancient songs, 
and
fixing rules to faltering fantasies 




We searched the inky midnight sky
for clouds, but were blinded by
the endless stars so instead
tiptoed through the moment, said
if come November all would fall
into the box of things that used to be




We sat by that flaming river until
the embers engulfed our dreams
as darkness cloaked our moonlight skin
we dissolved into the vanishing breeze  

I still have that bag we stuffed
with our meandering thoughts, and
it still has sand that smells of rain

Barefoot and empty handed
Our callused feet held the universe at bay
but it poured through,
poured through the cracks anyway

Do you remember?
Can you hear the echoes of our teenage dreams?

They were something, those dreams
And we danced through near half of them, we did
sure as our ****** bruises, we did.