Innocence of Youth

Lull of the summer moon lingered in the dark sky of each night

With stars scattered high, it was wondrous to behold such a sight.

All day, we’d play in the puddles and vigor of our well-spent youth

With all innocence, beguiled and wrapped in a thin guise of truth.

Spinning and dancing to life’s composition of mystically-laced songs

We’d partake of the ocean’s full majesty, an innate beauty so strong

And still wreak of its salt-infused fragrance long after our night baths

As we lay in front of cooling fans, still able to feel the waves’ aftermath.

We’d listen as crickets chirped melodies from shrubs and tall grass

Until lightening bugs emerged, marking how slowly time passed.

Indulgences like ice cream and cookouts, spread contentment and love

Betwixt family and friends with more joy than we dared dream of

As laughter rang, carried on the air, saturated with accord and ease

From dinner tables, languid campfires, and beneath massive trees.

We rode our bicycles over streets freely without direction or fuss;

Such times with good buddies were a daily exercise, and also a must.

Woven tapestries of our childhood’s precious moments, fashioned

From treasures of memories forged from our unfettered passions

Painting a portrait of early years, a picturesque mosaic of youth

Forever ensconced in our hearts amid innocence and mortality’s truth.

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Oh, but a wondrous gift ‘tis to remember the summers of glorious young years

When our hearts were unencumbered, carrying no knowledge of worldly fears.