Long Drives and Warm Days
Reminisce on scars we have
and beat each other's stories.
Drive with me and tell me of,
the marks upon your back.
You tell me of the past, when
you were young and careless.
I tell you they do not matter,
for the past I have a knack.
Country roads are winding,
they are reeling up my
memory.
Why am I stuck I ask, why am
I caged in recollection.
You tell me you miss those
days when your hair was long.
And you are in the past with
me, giving me affection.
We are in the present times but
I live for yesterday today.
Time incircles us it is
happening in side both us still.
How I see you, you are young
and your skin is soft.
Time hasn't aged you dear, and
of tomorrow I'v had my fill.
On a river twenty years ago
there they can find us
Laying on checkered blankets
soaking up our sun
Carefree and full of light
looking at the clouds.
Wondering how Father Time
could turn his back upon his
son.
Copyright © Damian York | Year Posted 2014
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