nostalgia like sap from the pine forest trees
an amber shade of stuck to old memories
numb to the present now for the paradise of yesterday
an inside-house-of-mirrors for the grey skies of today.
and today where black clouds drop tears on us all,
to dilute us to the building blocks of sugar and salt,
today where none of this beautiful jungle reality
seems to subtract or contribute to positive mentality.
nostalgia like the wind that blows us through time,
ships have set sail from this far away rhyme
this ethereal stuff that can't quite be contained
ephemerally linking us to thoughts somewhere gained,
laughter and love, days soaked in tears of regret,
the warm melted center of the eyes of brunettes,
the harder you try to reconnect space,
further you push it from your needy embrace.
nostalgia like fire that burns to the core,
the longer you sit here the more brutal the war
a deep wish for something thats too far beyond reach
until the ocean tide returns you to white sandy beach
and there for that moment its filled with ecstasy
until nostalgia kindly points you back into the sea,
where once again you can toss and turn in abyss,
gradually you approximate to the next biggest wish.
nostalgia like a warm private bubble of hope,
protects us and keeps us and helps us to cope
the intensity of now is enough to vaporize us all,
nostalgia like a magical, impenetrable wall
i would drown without this nostalgic life-preserving vest,
that i hope is securely tied tight to my chest,
so when i'm drowning in the ocean of now so vast,
i can cling to nostalgia and float into the past.
