I’m twenty-six again. I’m driving home.
My life’s a musical and love’s a song.
I capture pictures in my mind alone,
How light is fading as the days grow long
A memory: rain sprinkles brightly now.
The dampened land gives thanks unto the sky,
As earthy scents rise over each dark bough,
And all the lamp-lit shadowed streets nearby.
Remember, though, these vernal nights of rain:
The sudden sense of fearlessness and calm
That all the good is yet to come, and pain
Is something hidden deeply in your palm.
In years to come, the music still will play–
Its lovely cadence soars against the day.