Set Afloat Upon Waves of Air

Those days are gone, set afloat upon waves of air- that in which we dreamed, for we were dreamers...adrift in the water that took us to wherever the currents flowed- into weedy patches- weedy and twining like our minds, like ivy vines on cobblestone walls, always reaching and climbing further into the clouds, swirling like the streams we floated down. But our youth is lost, as are the summer days which grew cool, stolen by the autumn breeze. Oh,we still have those scenes, leave-takings into yesteryear, drifting along on those lazy, black tubes- sunning upon the dam 'til our skin baked a golden brown. Those staticky transistors were never fine-tuned, but the songs we knew word for word, and the notes flew high, swallowed by the blackbirds gliding in the warm summer sky. We walked a sash of dusty road, with Duke dashing ahead, sniffing grass and daffodils, on point for squirrels and such, as he was the littoral keeper. Now the pup has aged, and he hurts as he circles his spot to lie, but nothing has changed, really- except our bodies... for our eyes still see ourselves as youth reaching toward that summer sky.