Ah, Youth! What a pretty thing you are, with your hair so careless, and your eyes so clear. You seem to me, the lightest breeze. But so quickly you pass through the garden at noon, so very quickly. And the leaves, and the flowers, miss you when have gone. Where do you sail, when you’ve tired of the season? What garden do you find? Or do you blow further, to some timeless place in the sky, where the stars are ageless?
Now I see you again, rushing about the brilliant springtime verdure. Do I dream, or am I a boy once more?
Sometimes, sometimes I see you, so quietly rocking the boughs of a tree, or fluffing the petals of a rose. Sometimes, you are far from this place, and a stillness reigns down. But I throw the gates wide, and I bid you come back. Come back, and play softly again, your lullaby song. I promise they’ve gone, who cut back the branches, who tamed the emerald grasses, and nursed a nameless tree . They’ve gone forever, if you’ve heard my wish. They’ve gone, but I remain.
February 13, 2009 at 3:21 am |
The problem is my friend, that youth doesn’t change, but we do. I think youth stays in the garden, it is us that moves away because we are told to or we want other adventours, or perhaps because we have grown tired of our garden. When we leave, it is so hard to find our way back to the place we left, and even if we do find it, it seems different. It hasn’t changed we have. We dream of how it used to be, but we also forget in our dream state that we blur the weeds and the rocks we forget about the cold breeze. It is still good to dream and to want the spark back I think that spark remains in us always, we just need to see it. It hasn’t dispeared, just gone faint without fuel. You can still revive the fire in there. It is a choice, as all of life is. I like the garden metaphore. You should grow your garden…make it as colorful as your writings.
February 18, 2009 at 1:29 am |
Ah doesn’t everyone just wish they could ramp through a garden and be a kid again. It was so easy. Your needs were taken care of by your parents. There was no pressure. You did not know there was financial issues in the world. You did not know about racial issues in the world. But you also did not have a chance to participate on what was going on in the world. So it is a wonderful process and needed for our growth, but the carefree peacefulness is a fond memory