RUST FROM TIME
Sometimes to recall childhood days are lost with
What life takes away,
A bicycle of color sits for years until its age is
Seen through cobwebs so clear.
A shed or a box of stored away and at times forgotten
Treasures are again a thought,
Going back to a place where once we stood on sidewalks
Of ghosts, friends we knew.
Trees grow taller, houses rest where inside we once knew
Those with faces and names,
Hills where we wandered have disappeared with this
Nothing seems to stay the same, faces fade, children we
Knew all go away,
There are those times when I can just stand there and
Somewhere in the wind.
When the night is quiet, there's a fragrance in the air,
That feeling of that yesterday.
Like a cloud or veil as the seasons change and we all go
Our separate ways,
Thoughts change, some memories drift with passing winds.
Rust from time, if so blessed then may we all play the
Memories in our minds
For just a little while longer.