Until Then... (Challenge Poem)

Down by the calm, respected creek, Where the trickle of the water was all I needed to soothe a youthful soul... I was contempt in knowing that the next day I could return and once again sit underneath the painted willow tree, Where spring green leaves endlessly swayed and made notice to the mythical wind, Forever leading me to the happiness I once had. Then she came, with her old brown stationwagon, Sputtering as it passed me by, And she smiled so deeply and so lovingly that it will forever be imprinted in every move I make. Her gently wrinkled face and warm hugs are now just a memory, But they will always be my memory, And I don't plan on forgetting anytime soon. I remember the swaying swing that we built with our own young hands, And how we admired it with young, innocent eyes, Colorfully painted onto an even younger face. We would sway back and forth for hours until the sun set upon the horizon afar, And the sky was transformed into a paradise of pink, red, and orange. We would sway forever just to feel the wind running through our hair... Eyes closed, As if we were flying. And what happened to those times I still cannot remember. They simply faded away as we got older... The creek no longer runs calm and aqua, Because last night's storm has torn it into a rage in which it cannot release, And a bolt of lightning split the old willow tree. She no longer drives down in the old, sputtering station wagon, And her face is only a memory... The same life that gave her to me for me to love, Took her away into the night sky. We no longer swing by the tree in the back, Because we no longer exists... The swing may still sit back there swaying in the same lonely wind, But they have not returned to swing on it with me... I have been forgotten. ~~~~ So there you go... There isn't anything else to say. At least I was happy then, And I can still be happy tonight and every night when I dream... And I will dream... Until the day I die and once again sit by the creek waiting for her to return, And once again I swing out back with my friends.... Until then... When I will be a child again. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 09:01 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1