Breaths of Yellow and Orange

I dream now
of days passed by
and the flight of time

A butterfly born anew
escaping its cocoon
to breathe of a changing season

Spreading colorful wings
that connect the distance
between past and future

Knowing that only
this eternal present moment
truly exists to bridge such a gap

Seizing the opportunity
to feel childlike again
before age takes its toll

Soaring on the autumn breeze
of a blissful memory
that swells within my heart

There was peace then
in a state of innocence
that returns with the kindling of hope

Nostalgia is its name
and I honor the energy it creates
with one last smile of happiness