Chasing Horizons

Songs of the lingering memory

I had a lingering memory 

of my childhood:

After laughing, dreaming,

smiling, crying, 

My mind would be peaceful,

calm and soothed.

I would pause for a moment 

And the world to me would seem

such a beautiful place.

The storm hadn't come yet,

tearing me apart.

I was safe  in my childhood abode.

I'd listen to songs of the present,

I'd jot down alphabets and numbers,

I'd look at butterflies and smile at the sun 

And grow silent looking at the moon,

I'd look at the poetry imprinted in my hands,

My eyes would gleam with joy.

The joy of the song

 the world sang to me.