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i remember getting old
we know more now than we knew then
.
we were younger
smiles came easy
and memories were made
like spun cotton candy
and one pony carousels
.
there were fewer reasons to cry
more seasons to fly
and the red in red roses
seemed never to fade away
.
it was easy to laugh and run into the forest
golden with morning
to lay for hours watching clouds
and read poetry, never turning the page
because the words we swallowed were our own
.
your lips were soft and mine memorized them
and sometimes it seemed that we knew more
…and how i wish we had
because then we would have made love
in forbidden places
and left the taste of chocolate on our lips
.
now we are older
and memories are fading faster than the lifting fog
we cry easier and more often for no reason
and smiles only crawl across our faces
because the carousel stopped long ago
.
will you remember me when i walk slowly?
will you be there to remind me who i am?
i will stand beside you always
though i may forget your eye color
and why you look at me with tear-filled eyes
.
the sky will always be ours to share…
trees will cause us to stop
and try to remember
when we walked onto the moss-covered floor
hugging trees and one another
.
and the star-filled sky
laying like a blanket over sausalito
will cause our hearts to stir
and remember the color of desire
when we laughed and kissed
with lips softened by passion
when memories melted,
flowing like a meandering stream
to places of our hearts
reserved for one day, one day
when these celebrations are all we have
even memories are stonewashed
until gone completely
and I search to know your name
as I once searched to know your body.
tolbert
Copyright ©
wayne tolbert
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