Reminiscence

The grass feels fresh 
Under my feet, 
Wearing fine strings 
Of dewy pearls. 
My eyes move up 
To the eternity of dark, 
Where the moon 
Stamps the blackness 
With a circle of light. 
The air holds the memories 
Of my childhood 
In it’s gentle embrace. 
I hear forgotten laughter 
In the creeping cricket’s creek. 
Each star marks 
A dream once born, 
But lost in the space 
Between then and now. 
Though life has molded me 
In many different shapes 
It is the place 
Where my seed found life 
And my roots were anchored 
Before I reached for the sky 
In search of the sun 
That codes the essence 
Of who I am.

Birth Place