Time Travel

I felt the nostalgia
bubbling at the back
of my throat

Fingers were laced
shoelaces untied
and we were the picture
of perfect adolescence

Cotton candy
and bubble gum smiles
melted with the
Lazy sunset
as we smelt the salt air

I felt the foot prints
in the sand
and I knew
I knew...

Time drifted by
and though they all told us
there could only be black and white
I could see ink welling
out of your eyes
that had no intention
of turning gray

We were infinite clarity;
infinite color
In a world of lack luster passions

Caressed by existence
we stole our own piece
and held it there
watching the glistening beads
of time interrupted

we are the stuff dreams are made of,
the stuff people whisper about
under sunsets laden with epiphany's
We are eternity;





in the eyes of dreamers.