Photo by Gaurav Gupta on Unsplash
Fair-haired boys running through the summer afternoon
laugh at the whirlwind as it topspins and tumbles to the ground.
Men and boys alike stare as the days of glories past
tremble and renew.
Pristine, bold and brave they lumber to the lake
carrying their hopes, dreams and visions.
Nothing is as perfect as the inspiration of eternal youth
locked inside an old man’s heart.
Fair-haired boys of innocence dance through the evening rain,
caught between old and new, young and old.
In the distance, a leaf falls and floats to the solemn ground.
Another waits the spring.
JBS