#WritcoPoemPrompt99

When days were young
you and I, on the loose
in swings lifted by gusts
soaring high, so light
laughter burning our cheeks
skies at the tips of our tongue

When days were young
our hands, fused by sweat
rhymes vibrating in ears
bursting into bright smiles
flocks of songless birds
carried on, faint in the wind

When days were young
we leant ears to tales old
repressed elation in our throats
muffling of dreams untold
sailing, canvas filled with gales
in smothered tones, the distant land

When days were young
lost rhymes, murky light dancing
a gentle moment suspended midair
before the swings landed, void of colours
upon bleeding cheeks of childhood
lest from the ship, our eyes met -

The tempest, now a breeze
tastes of salt, residue of faded dreams
at the back of our minds
the passing wind.
© Elvin