NOSTALGIA

July 5, 2015

Mexican nights were

The most inimitably beautiful things in the world.

A cleansing plunge into the hot springs,

The most savory chai tea in the world

Brewing on a woodfire stove

The most luminous fire in the world,

Bringing light to put hearts

The sweetest songs in the world

Resounding in the sky

My love and I would sit

On our two person hand-crafted wood bench

And look up at the most beautiful stars in the world.

They weren't most beautiful because of their brightness

Or because of their quantity,

But because after all they have seen

They never give up on shining.

Now when I look to the stars

And am given the rare opportunity

To observe Jupiter and Venus,

I am filled with joy

I remember that a place does exist

Where all that filled the space

Where the smiles of beautiful people,

Stories of harder times,

And the love of God.

I can know friends across the world are looking at them

And remembering too.

There truly are things that cannot

Be written in any amount of words

Or captured by the most prestigious camera.

I visit this place in my dreams

I hold it in my heart

It is the story told by my lips

Until this world and I part

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