Squinting at the good old days
through a low winter sun
Dreaming of those times
spent down there on the sand
lost in the blue hour
or scheming on a journey
deep into the night
We could have gone anywhere
a can raised to the sky
and on our faces only smiles
for miles
and miles and miles
So many friendships
left behind at other stations
back down the tracks
My friendships all are fraying
their ropes unwinding
I can’t see anything
but all of their waving
They’re waving goodbye
O, we need to make new memories…
Alone on the stones
eyes cast out across the water
churning
looking back towards the land
I feel there’s so much possibility
still coursing through these veins
only halfway, I’m halfway only
The world bends
where the sky and water blend
as day ends, I see their pretty faces
as the ripples on the surface
Those old memories
they’re thinning in the depths
at the edges of my mind
My old partners in crime
keep waving
they’re waving goodbye
O, we need to make new memories…
Come dance with me
on the moonlit beach
let’s make new memories
come roll with me
on the endless dunes
let’s make new memories…
[2019]
Thank you for reading. This one feels even more apt these days…
The Lighthouse 
Looking forward, not back; the only way to be.
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Agreed! 😀
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P.S. Thanks for reading!
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Always a pleasure, Tom 🙂
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Like how it started with the cliche phrase of the “good old days”, but you managed to make it all feel fresh and unique by how you used it. It feels very personal and relatable at the same time. Well done!
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Ha yes, I wanted to re-write that opening line before I posted it but it was a short-hand way of getting to say what I wanted. Thanks for reading and commenting. I am chomping at the bit to make some new memories just as soon as we’re allowed… 🙂
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Glad you didn’t re-write it. I loved the opening. True, I think a lot of us are ready for that.
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