Remember

so i found this looking through old books and letters. memories are beautiful teachers, they show you evolution and tell you who you have become. Its old, its naive, but its a loved version of me....

Remember the time when the sun felt soft ,
And the pain tremored with tenderness,
The time when the small blade of grass,
Sparkled like a lone lost dream,
A night on which subdued moonlight
Kissed you softly drenching you in mist.

Remember that little boy who ran ,
With legs he never owned,
The quiet butterfly whose life was,
As short as summer rain,
The dark rose of yesteryear whose thorns
Grew grey with solitude.

Remember the friend you made ,
On a lost winter afternoon ,
Remember his sunny smile beating on you ,
A dew drop drenched in creation ,
A freedom to seek a life.