Burning

Only when you are here now
And then you stop a while
And you look back
So you can see what

That you had left behind
So eager in your stride
You never thought how little
Filled with stuff
All the wind was blowing with

So you stare
Your eyes burning
But your cheeks are dry
Your heart
It's remembering

And when you see
You have a quiet storm
Lightning rains
Thunder blows at the leaves

The yellow, green, and red
The beautiful orange
Against the dark blue sky

When you saw the stars twinkling
And the silent storm
Rattled at you
You said to yourself

How I wish
I was there now
For I miss myself
And now you are so filled with grace

The Wind whips your hair
Gentle and soft
Lovely and starry
You remember now, don't you

The fairytales
That thick book
With patchwork
The pink on the covers
It was your darling then

It is your memory now