I smelled the color of the air so long ago today.
Spring days with rabbits, horses and puppy
dogs floating lazily across a bright blue mind.
A bright wind lifts the kite with the rag tail beyond the power lines
and into the uncertain future.
Adventure glowing in the long pink sunset.
A song of life in the dying light of day
as the sky lights up with stars.
Smell the asphalt and take a slice of air.
Lights flicker and hum in the windowless room as
another widget finds a box.
Darkness bringing respite to eyes that never smell the stars.
Sings the songs of ages past
when adventures were taken,
and lakes were for jumping in.
When beaches smelled of salt and lotion.
Suppressed memories come alive as the past calls us to
once more chase a ball
across a cotton candy sky.
May you be forever young and peace be with you always,