Summoned Happines

there are joys,
that stir in mind,
of those days
that are beyond

our youth.

Wide open
eyes are filled
with summer rays

that through the
soft rustling leaves
flooded the halls
into the in between of
unfinished
cemented walls,

those that we
so easily climbed
those that
seemed so high
painted into
the milky blue

and then there are
also those bright
rainy days bathed
with laughter
and growing bodies
drenched and shining
with rainbow colored
dreams,

From the candle wax
of my youth, sweet
and glittering
treasures
are so easily made.

All these I remember
now that my life is in
the quarter moon
and i am waxing onto
the fullness of a future
built with my childhood
dreams.