There’s something about
a golden liquid afternoon
quietly settling down
fading away too soon,
and the sight of three young boys
laughing and walking together
seemingly skipping along
the edge of forever.
Their eager feet pushing forward
in that moment, in that interlude
untouched by sorrow, filled with youth,
they seemed like conquerors of tomorrow.
And this picture perfect drop of reality,
tugged on some forgotten corner of my heart,
where dreams float about
like the dry leaves of autumn
crumbling to pieces …
in a little girl’s hand,
during a once
perfect golden afternoon
in a far away distant land ….