The wind whispers through time blowing a gentle scent of fresh cut hay

launching me back to my youth and the fields i use to play

A moments glimpse of innocents when life was a true adventure

way before it turned to complacency and heavy indenture  

 

Another soft caress floats by carrying the smell of lilacs blooming

Mental images of a teenage crush  a pang of lust still looming

Memory's of that first stolen kiss demulcent and warming  on my lips

as my mind  tried to go further spouting romantic little quips

 

Walking on thru scents of time my mind races with pictures past

Whirling at the thought of how life has moved so fast

Pangs of regret smothered by pieces of joy and bits of sorrow

Wondering as i walk what memories will be stirred tomorrow

 

T.A.L Jr.