Why ?

For what am I searching?

Why do I walk these dusty lanes?

Why do I sail this azure sea?

Long Ago,

Before classes and degrees;

Before funerals of  loved ones;

Before jobs and mortgages and taxes;

Before all life’s absurdities;

There was a boy…..

Skin brown from the August sun;

Eyes sparkling like the summer sky;

There were butterflies dancing

In the lush green hills.

There were brown trout swimming

In the bubbling stream

There were wild flowers swaying

In the soft warm breeze.

There was a rainbow arching

After a gentle rain.

As I walk these dusty lanes

I sometimes here his spirit

Woven into the laughter,

The carefree laughter of the islands.

As I sail from one island to the next ,

Sometimes, I see his eyes

As the sun’s rays sparkle

Off the rippling sea.

Before I cross the line,

Before I join the echoes,

Before I become a memory

I’d like to find that boy.

Yesterday,

For a moment,

I thought I saw him,

Blue eyes sparkling,

Face brown from the sun.

I blinked and he was gone,

Leaving only me in the mirror.