The Glorious Past

(in the memory of your love, Papa)
Happened when nostalgia knocked on my door...
7/13/2014

Of distant meadows and golden shines,
Of us laughing and I being held high.
Of sweetness from my childhood:
When i was with you.

You were there with us,
And they were nice.
When you smiled,
And we felt safe.

Its like a treasure now,
Those times, the memories so pure.
I feel like saying,
Don't---
Don't go away!
But you are gone:
They are not nice anymore,
'Cause you don't smile anymore,
We don't feel safe anymore.

Lately, I woke up in the middle of no where,
Craving for your love.
It seems centuries since I have been hugged,
It seems ages since I have been complete.

Things cannot be changed,
But what if a few?
Of the glorious past,
What if I could go?
Go back and remove,
That single deep hole,
That changed me and you.

Or what if I could further go,
Go back and remove?
Times when we were born,
In Summer haze and thunder storms.

But then, the realization strikes,
You are gone, and far gone:
All glorious and golden,
With me left with sweet nectar,
Of our only treasure:
Your golden memories,
From the Glorious Past.