To my youth

It is my last day, 

So I dream of the bay

Where I might end up

Until my years blow up. 

For, this is the truth

So I hold on to my youth

Until it kisses my hand

and says "be at peace with the end". 

But I want them back

To the day of my first backpack, 

The breakfast I had with mom

When everything was so calm. 

But I accept it 

Time leads so be it. 

I keep memories, 

Feelings and stories. 

To the mystery of love, 

And the tie between a dove 

With the choices of me

For the magnificent aging tree. 

Oh to be 17 again, 

To discover my pen, 

And dance with words

To the tune of songbirds.