This Savory Past

Calm the musty horizons.
The journey is long,
And requires a ready eye,
And a slowly turning wheel.
Carry us away,
Rushing half brained
into the constance of memory.

It’s as if these moments happened
In long forgotten dreams,
In tinsel covered places,
In blurry populous forests.

The country.
The faded roads,
The dirt that coats everything,
The constant state of chaos.
Day old portions of casserole,
A conspicuous number of too old
Vehicles, no longer of any use.

This is familiar too,
Reeking of nostalgia
Causing a creeping viral smile to
Wash me in melancholy.

I will never be back there.
I can never do that again.
Never, never, never.
It echoes like a ghostly pebble
In an abandoned warehouse.

Tell me the answer,
All seeing eyes of trees that have stood
long before I did in this country place.
Savor with me the bygone moments,
Be my haven against the chill of time passing,
Against the ruckus of moments lost.

Teach me to savor the taste in the air
And not to forget its intricacies.
Teach me to remember the look
Of the wind in the water,
Teach me to immortalize
These waking dreams,
And lead me on to Mecca.