I am nostalgic for a place
I once felt so deeply for.
To me home is a feeling,
a temperate longing for completion.
I am nostalgic for the wind
and the weeds.
Where the sun would shine
and my skin would build the scent of sun and dust.
I remember the days of laughter and play,
where innocence remembered my name.
I am nostalgic for a sweet time
I watched my father hold my mother close,
a slow dance of romance
as their cheeks kissed ever so tenderly.
A moment of definition.
I remember the feeling of wonder and bliss,
oh how I miss the words of a poetic wish.
I am nostalgic for a life time,
of dreams and darkness.
In the quiet stillness of the dawn,
she never leaves me.
She is there,
in the darkest of my days.
I am nostalgic,
for a feeling.
