The Crushing Nostalgia
The denseness of the air landed on my shoulders,
It, without passiveness, smothered my thoughts.
I was dragged back to the past, sweet as it was.
While there, in before time, I felt the air of youth.
I saw and caressed my little girls.
I smelled the fresh cut lawns, the wild onions of summer.
I beheld the meadows, unchanged by time, constant…
I felt the pulling of hearts, mine and theirs, just beyond reach.
The days of youth, the days of young fathers,
Golden sun of June shining on the lilies.
The distant feeling of bedtimes, of stories and prayers,
Of tomorrow’s hopes, and evening’s peace.
It was a day beyond dreams, a time unexpected,
A crushing nostalgia…
© Joseph James 2/6/13
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