New. S.

When I couldn’t go back to the olden days,
because they weren’t the golden days
– their alarms always went off too early
and rang on behalf of matters that never mattered –
I tiptoed out of the house with loose hair and bare feet
and turned toward the sunrise,
hoping I’d get to the horizon,
– the place where the heavens and the seas
sway back and forth, in a sweet summer blues –
so I could step into a brighter morning
with dreams,
so I could be young and free
for the first time
and forever more.