It is all new
this town of old..
as the simple beauty began to unfold
Seeing it with new eyes
It all came alive..
It’s vibrant, it’s real
awakens my soul..
enjoying watching people living their lives
laughing and chatting or
lost in their thoughts –
moments that matter
all at a cost..
Even those less fortunate-
the ones that reside outside-
show a sense of belonging,
adding beauty to the nitty gritty of the hard life they hold,
but never told..
These magnificent old buildings – the secrets they house – so many lives passed through their doors with the many stories hidden inside
They groan and moan, as if they are waiting to share with us, the lives unknown..
The past brings me present
I am reminded once more
That home is always home
no matter how I’ve grown
and old becomes new as it filters through you..
Thoughts and memories of days long gone..
nerves and excitement fill the air
while some walk around to shy too share
others are living, walking vibrant stories
waiting to unfold with friends of old..
Father Time we can’t rewind — yet the past is vibrant in their minds..
we see it dancing in their eyes – the joy spills over and for a time
past and present intertwine..
It’s good, it’s right
their hearts delight and they let themselves get lost to the magic of the night..
And the days of old become moments of gold..
I wear our history on my face
memories spilling out as I smile
The map of us shaping my heart
I see your shadow everywhere
It calls to me
soothing, warm, embracing
I hear you in the wind of my soul
There we dance
there we celebrate
There we live..
forever engraved in my heart
loving you is such a beautiful privilege and
to have walked together leaves me in silent joy
I’ll always wish there was a way to get back home..