When Things Were Simple

I sit back and think

Of the simplicity of how things used to be,

The weekends out by the lake.

Bacon, eggs, and sunscreen envelop the morning air

With nothing but time on our hands

For those few days.

The sun floating on the water, begging

To be followed through the distance.

We ride the waves with such speed

That the wind caresses my skin,

Gracefully moving me to its hypnotizing rhythm.

We return to seas of yellow dandelions

In green meadows overlooking the darkening horizon.

Sitting in a circle of peace around the burning flames,

Voices of the past echo around us,

Telling their stories of old and new,

The laughing thunderous throughout the night

While the crickets sing their sweet melody,

The fireflies dancing along in unison.

So much of our time was always spent there.

Now it is merely hidden in my memories.