the blissful days of summer
to run in fields of gold
and feel the sweat and the heat of the sun
the grass underfoot, the blinding blue sky
and yellow rays of light
to feel that you will never grow old.
and never die.
all exists in these moments.
the reckless abandannon of bliss and life.
the desire above all to live.and to only live.
all else means nothing.
the way the sun dies, in a blaze on the horizon.
and to know that we may see it set, or we may not,
and its of no matter because we will see a million more suns.
we will have a million more days.
to feel that we will live forever.
the desperate and passionate kisses like a thirst.
stolen in hidden moments.
and more important than all ,to love
the nervous breaths and racing hearts
that pound like drums and thump in our chests
and show us in every beat
that we are alive
the sun kissed skin and smiles of youth.
and if I only knew then what I know now,
I would have said simply
that I will miss this everyday.
to look back at these moments and these days.
and although we are changed.
those beautiful golden moments of life
confined now, only to memory.
but we will remember
with every setting sun we will remember.