Reviving Times

A Poem by Warrick

One of October's Omissions; 2009.

Things get lost.
Things return.
Like a liquid stream,
running forever circles.

These are the days we enjoy.
When the sun dances upon its apex
and the breeze is sweetly -
weaving through the trees.

And when I think of spending them with you?
All the better.
All the best.

Revival.
We're coming back to life.