Youth Years

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.