The soft keys play in the distant
Shadowing the sunset, the falls
A warmth fading
Glimpsing into the darkness
Mirroring of laughter’s and child free thoughts
Sitting upon a bench I watch
Alone in the moment
Siloute just for a second.
I used to capture these times like a photograph
Breathing in the actions that are at bay,
Freezing it all like I can control time-
Yet now here as I am,
It feels like I’m falling into natures turn
Crossing a bridge
One that slowly becomes an older age
Another that brings a quiet peace
Still as the sun quietly settles I embrace the dance that was my teen years
And early 20’s, though never lavishing, yet even daunting-
I still see the buzzling sunshine that touched my skin,
The sweat the slugged against my brow every timid basketball game.
Or even the desires for a beautiful 20 something life.
Questionable and forgetful as I am,
A young couple walks by,
Blissful in their step,
I smile a crooked smile
One that shows I’m okay but I am sadden by the day-
The night sets in as the key’s stern a heavy D flat,
A half crescent moon shines its way through my heart
Mesmerized I am
For who to be
More so how to be
In a place so forgotten
So lost in its voyage
Even still-
The world and those my age scream for the perfect life in their 20’s
A nonstop voyage of travel and discovery
The age of adventure
Even so the broken rules society makes me yearn to find my place
To find my crescent moon to call my own.
Unbroken and lost
In my identity.
