[At Last...]

My sun is rising peeking over the horizon
giving me that ol school hope & passion.
Non stop, I go
Non stop, I flow..
Tickling the sky as it creeps up and sets.
Sweet like the christmas cake my grams used to make.
Fresh like the warm loaf of bread my dad would make.
Making me rewind back into time...
When penny candy and being in before the
street lights came on were
the highlight of my night.
Running around from house to house
and block to block.
Ding Dong Ditch was that game.
We'd play on the same block.
As if nobody would know it was us.
Innocence...
I crave for that.
Free spirit and sheltered
I lived for that.

Double dutch
Field Trips
Fun Dip.

Now & Laters
Chico Sticks
Pixies......BLISS

Where smiles were smiles
and lies were nonexistant
perfect uttered persistance.
circumstance, happenstance
rele-vance.

Sweet like the wet grass right after the rain that fell.
The squishy sound our shoes would make as we played.
Sop, sop, sop.
Raindrops
Drop,Drop,Drop.
elated.

Trees blowing...
leaves falling Summer days.
The sun starts to drift downward rather
quickly...
Street lights
nightime frights
..eager for next days delights.

Sun seaps into it's comfort zone...
no more shine,
Out of sight out of mind.

Innocence, I crave that
Free spirited and sheltered, I WAS that.
Elated.

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