Spring Youth

[Hannibal]

The sun layed quietly in the sky
showing me all the beauty
as the ground felt soft beneath my feet

Grown hard from the miles walked,
the years put on them
My most reliable asset

the soft grass easing me deep into it's hands,
the same way it did years ago,
in these very spots so dreamily I played.

So bright I almost cannot see,
staring at the distance that had seemed so great,
So much unknown, but no need to understand.
I just understood that it was a great vast land,
seperating me, from all the bad in the world,
as if my trees were my protectors.

The dirt beneath my hands,
and the years gone by,
the friendships long evaporated,
Like the water that made the ground so moist to my touch.

The dreamy days of spring,
with the pine trees whispering me sweet nothings,
The smell of fresh grass,
rebirth of the wild forest beyond my house.
The evenings I stared deep into it,
the days during which I ran wild through it,
careless of the consequences which might ensue
A fun excursion into the muddy stream which flowed
deep in the middle of the forest,
away from life.
With such life I would frolic
In the soft grass, and all that was renewed
Of it's life in the spring.
And here I am still,
Older now,
Slower to let go with such carefree abandonment,
Quicker to sit back, and enjoy the
scents, visions, beauty of nature as it lay before me,
in all of it's splendor.
I dream of all the things I wished to do as a younger boy,
A boy indeed I was then,
And my dreams reflected that...
but now I lay in the grass,
Having achieved most of what I wanted in my youth,
the ability to drive, make money, be big.
To live on my own I have yet to acheive,
And my rather novel idea
Of marriage by 21 seems but a joke!
But the sun becons me to lay down my head,
Close my eyes, and not be bothered.
bothered by the bills that must be payed,
the people who must be appeased,
the work that must be done.
The sun asks me ever so sweetly,
Using the pine trees as it's voice,
To lay down in the grass again,
As I had once upon a time in my youth,
And release all my fears and hesitations,
And to dream once more.
So I do, and the dreams come,
they come as steady as the sunlight that reigns upon my face.
the light breeze chilling me just enough
to need the warmth that only the sun
could provide.
I would lay here forever, god willing,
And never wake up.

[SHATOUSHKA]

nice poem, you chauvenistic bastard

[Lunatic Fringe]

Wow Hanny...that's a really great work.
Very peaceful, and tranquil. I'm almost jealous.
Almost...
And now I'm off to post my own piece.