There’s something about the clouds
right before sunset
that conjures up all the dreams
of when I was young
and in love for the very first time
the memories of my first kiss
the innocence we all miss
holding hands, happy smiles
walking barefoot on sandy tiles
and the sound of the waves
softly rolling to shore
if only I could go back
to the time before
innocence lost
under orange sherbet clouds
of a perfect moment
in a perfect memory
of a love, lost
that will never be
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
