cotton candy skies 

hugged the earth in pink

and blue in mystical swirls 

what once meant bedtime 

sky darkening overhead 

now signals nightlife 

teens emerge from homes 

the night beckoning them to 

make sweet memories 

but somewhere in the 

whispering winds, their

childhood enchants them back home 

for that one family 

tradition they will pass down 

and hold in their hearts 

the one thing that will 

wrap them in a warm blanket

and provide comfort

because we’re older. 

stuck in the limbo of young

and old, where to turn? 

when the future looms 

when we feel so lost, unsure

the past calls us home to rest 

we find comfort in 

resting our worrying heads

in sweet nostalgia 

do you ever wonder 

how the sun has seen us grow?

and each shining star 

they have seen us cry 

but they’ve seen us dance with joy

they shine bright for us 

one day they will call 

us home, but until they do 

look up to the skies.

Wild cry, fierce gale...

Shallow waters, I am frail...

Is anyone there?...