Back Then

A Poem by Vinyl Junkie

There was a season when
Words meant something.
No blank stares or grim faces.
I could feel the glow
In my feet
As I walked, tingling in marvel
And smelly with awe.
My name had life and
Wasn't just a group of lines and curves:
It turned inside out, upside down like
A rollercoaster, losing all sense
Direction. Breathing the tempest.

Dreams would pour from
One to the next as
Souls collided,
Flowing
Together into
A single ethereal presence, juxtaposed
To sky.
And laughing as smiles
Touched faces with luminescent cheeks.

And those expressions shall
Return
When I see to the East,
A sunset.