Tme capsule

 

As the song plays

I'm drifted back

to brighter days.

Along the grooves

of the vinyl, I sway,

as the guitars chime

and I'm reminded

of when skies

seemed less grey.

 

The sounds play

through open window.

I'm swiftly swirled back

through the bass line track

to long summer days,

it seemed the sun

never rested

nor strayed.

 

Like those sounds

were a time capsule,

I'm transported

back to a moment of truth,

of misspent youth.

Moments of bliss

drummed in deep

like memories of first kisses

drifting between the shifting tones

and I was feeling like

I was starting to exist.

I strode with a proud stride.

I stood tall with a wide smile.

 

Twenty years fly past

in the flap of a butterfly's wing

and though sometimes

grey skies mass over my aged skin,

those songs still sing.

They trip across my mind,

 keep my thoughts swirling,

I Listen now

and I'm given brief glimpses,

reminders of who I was,

the good not the bad,

the happy not the sad.

 

I remember the moments

that made me sway with joy

;ike a boat on the waves.

I remember walking without fear,

I lived with a smile painted ear to ear.

I miss that me, but I'm still here.

When I put my headphones on

and listen to those songs.

 

 

 

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