A Understanding of the Past

I remember summers past in the south and the sultry heat. Iced tea and back porch confessions. Making time with that first love. The swing underneath that old tree. The radio playing softley in the background. Thoose ways have long since died. Replaced by a breakneck pace. As were all to willing to forsake a conversation between two human beings. It's all about one night stands and bragging rights. It's like comparing velvet to burlap. All harsh no mystery. Where people would rather surf the internet than ocean. The passion of the kiss. Is but a dinosaur that people view as some old silent film. A blanket underneath the stars Has been replaced by a encounter in a bathroom stall. Upward we advance as deeper we sink within the mud. As the poet reflects ink drying in he pen. I recall thoose times so very slow. To this sudden stand still. Like a pile up on the interstate. I no longer live I wait. But the sunset still haunts me. Along with the scent of the salt filled air. that tree's swing does no longer stand. As in dust and memories it's been taken with the wind. The road echos of another time. For all that was free and wild. Is slowley vanishing. As we blindly advance. I'll sit and watch the tide. And be happy to be left behind.