Sweet Childhood
Sweet Childhood
I opened the windows wide
The air heavy with the nectar
Sweeter than fragrance of the rose,
Tender as pale bloom of tulip.
Revived memories, hot evenings
So many moons closed in the book
Not opened since the time stood still.
Smells that cling undisturbed
Crystal as water from the shower
Sweet memories of childhood dreams
Bitter, sharp, astringent, musk,
That was of her so long ago.
Night was humid, as I recall
Dreams as then not fulfilled
So long to forgotten childhood dreams...