Chase the days of old
Relive them, revive them
Loving the past can be a trap
If the future is not seen
to you
Running backwards through time
in your
taffeta and ribbons
Adorning the memories in pretty
packages
That never existed
If only you can recapture that
past..... fleeted
How to recapture that which
never was
You must let it go, darling
Let it fly away, the past
Always there, but left to rest
and recline in its
old age
Retire the past, allow the
present, create the
future
Run into time naked and
free
Make the memories you wish
to own in your own
aging days
Take the risks you never took
before
Love, live, want, need, cry, laugh
rejoice
Be STILL
Live your life aware
The innocence of the naked and
free is organic
Real, true, as the touch of the
newly birthed Spring
breezes
Or the first snowflake on your
tender tongue
The fire of the sunset sinking in late
summer
The fire filling the room with
penetrating
peace in the Fall
Be innocent....naked and free!
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