living, breathing, dancing on my tongue
away into the dark, dark night.
my heart yearns for something
more than i have
stripped away by the years
that flew past me so fast.
sometimes i revisit these scenes
slow, rewinding, slow, pausing
rediscovering the things
i never saw.
simple looks, soft touches
magnified now; funny how it all
makes sense in your grown up mind.
but no, that was the past.
over too soon, but gone.
can you ever have it back?
poetry.
burning, seeping.
dancing away like a blown out candle.
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