Sand under soft feet
that saunter to a bed of lust and desire
to sleep soundly to the pitter-patter
of rain on the window
waking up to the sound of school closure
and snow covered vistas
a varitable horde of treasure under a warmly lit tree
beside a fire place where you made your move
on a couch you sat for hours and pondered
of the day you’d graduate and move on
leave friends and family behind…
where did it all go?
I guess that’s nostalgia for you….
Havn’t written anything in a while so I did kind of an on-going free association. Enjoy =D