Nostalgia

I have walked the nostalgic plains,

 seen the fields and lanes

the memories, of where we used to play, 

before adolesense usurped our utopic lands.

I wished for an inspiring dawn,

long before we met.

and the clean mesmerizing sweet birdsongs

wrote the act of our dreams, to overcome the road ahead of us.

A thought crossed my mind as i walked the nostalgic plains;

before night sweeped over the meadows

before pain, and before the truth would endue.

young eyes full of wonder

the wind trough the grass

with faces of glass. 

laughing and smiling at one another, and with hopes and dreams beneath fragility.

we ran and ran, and understood our positions

the lines became clear.

The nostalgic planes are now still; and forever will be.

you are in my thoughts,

allthough, i know we claim different goals.

and when the evening settles;

i shall remember you, my friend.

soon it is nightfall again.