NOSTALGIA
nostalgia but for what still leaves the taste upon my tongue: a stamp of what was true and what was
free; the lights were young. an image of the day that i had once upon belonged. lord, take me back to
where the heavens met the mountains and the sun.
I have a story and it sings a song
With a vague description, and a hopeless throng.
My ideas useless and my vision gone,
All my sacrilegions, all my actions wrong.
May my mind be silent and my heart be still,
As I listen closely for the midnight thrill.
Coded kisses clouded life’s eternal thrill
Make my guards defenceless; soldiers lost of will.