Custard

Smelling the soft lemon scent drifting
throughout the house. Citris engulfed by vanilla.
Ah to taste a sweet custard.

Takes me back to memories. Learning.
Talking.

Just realized how much awe there was.
Still shy, I am. I have a million, more creative
thoughts that invade my mind.

Only to go back and explain. To remind self
of memory just one more time. To feel.

My innocence of learning. Uncertainity in my
slight steps yet bold in my actions. My mind
rants at me now, of the echoes. Hindsight.

Uneasy is what the heart projects. Knowledge
of placing distance in fantasy and reality.
Difference does exist.

Remembering the speeches, conversations
causes my core to quiver.

Erasing the mind of the images. To ease
self to calmer core. Believing what is truth, true.

Newest lessons for a memory. Honesty pictured
lies. Silly is the dreamer inside, creative spirit.
Giver. Absolute is my determination.

Small changes. Ever turning steps. Building
stronger foundation. Stones and mortar fill
what is known.

Yet still want to not forget what was experienced.
Another hope. Another possibility opened.
Opportunity glides in. Yet to make another
memory of smiles.

Does it exist in dreams, hopes? Or do they
only tremble in mind as a photograph?

Life does quirky tricks to keep on toes.
How persuasive the world is to all, me too!

The wind. Giving me aromas to ransack my
senses, my emotions. Glimpses of etched
stone.

The fire that burns deep within me. Shiver
from the chill running down spine. Goosebumps
proves the remaining flashing reeled film does
still pull us back.

The rain refreshes the soul. Pours wettness down
the skin. Warms me from a wasted, distasteful
look from behind, over shoulder.

Soothing songs recalled over childhood laughter.
Earth's dust takes a lead to follow the steps needed
toward newer person. Life is beginning down a slightly
more narrow path yet excited about glowing
happiness radiating from prospects.

Grateful, to mention least, that trust was not an
overpowering issue. That common ground was
reached, persued and attained amongst us.

Friendships grew. One chance. Past. Memory.

Now I wait for renewal to give way.

See to hope that happiness is entered
somewhere here or there.

Just smile once more for me and watch my
face lighten to a greater happiness than current.