Memories

Boys with guns
Streets of cobblestone
Two o’clock quiet
A world away from home

Roosters crow from 3am on
I sit under thatch roof
Listen to a language
So far away, it’s proof

Countenances carved of boulders
Fire splits the air
Swirls of flesh and element
A soul is captured there

How many memories I carry
My mind recounts them now
Times of heat and passion
Honduras takes a bow

I re-read my journal entries
And am at once transported back
To a distant land and blazing sun
The serenity I now lack

The time spent there
Thoughts and feelings treasured
I never will forget you
Such things just can’t be measured