Photograph by Andrea Gibson

Beloved Memory

I almost had it;
almost nailed it and framed it,
and encased it with the purest amber
or whatever you want to call it.
Preserve it,
like the oldest wine
sweetened only through age.
The nostalgic feeling of absolute joy,
and unconditional optimism;
the sparkle that creates a
splendid sunny morning
or a glorious evening
with no ending in sight.
Childhood days,
where worries were never problematic.
Playing with the flowers
that never wither,
believe in a love
rare as a pheonix,
back when everything was easy.
The ideal reality.