The feel of the sun on your skin
Riding the waves on the open sea
some days you wander in your mind
to a place you would like to be
a time when everything felt right
the days in which you took delight
The thrill of sights that took your breath
no amount of money in a treasure chest
could replace the sounds and sights
of sun-filled days and moon-lit nights
on those pain-filled days
All those young former ways
Beacon me to return to a time
when life was so ever so sublime
