Back Then

You feel like back then.

When we would ride our bikes at the lake, feeling nothing but the wind.

Eating apples on our big wheels, riding through the living room.

Hiding under our beds, pretending there was lurking doom.

You feel like Sunday Morning.

See Saturday is for parties but Sunday is for rest.

Well Sunday was God’s day and back then that was the best.

We would eat hard boiled eggs and wear outfits never worn before.

Then we’d sing, clap, and dance until our feet were sore.

We’d have dinner, real dinner, and talk about the week.

Then we’d think about the love we had, comforting us, as we fell asleep.

Well…you do feel like Saturday, but just the cartoons.

And I swear Josie and her gang wrote a song just for you.

You feel like Flintstones, Jetsons, and Muttley’s wacky races.

Then turned into Rugrats, Tiny Toons, and Wakko’s crazy faces.

Pop tarts at 8am, then show after show.

Then outside with the neighbor’s kids until your moonlight glow.

You feel like home, safety, nostalgia, warmth, and back then.

My childhood, elementary, just starting over again.

I miss being carefree, no bills, all fun. Just rolling down the hill, in a dress, in the sun.

Back then maybe gone, but one thing remains true.

I can always have that feeling when I return to you.

Your Voice

You wondered...if you touched my voice would it be as soft as it sounds.

I think a voice like that could make lightning slow down.

Kind of like the stuffing inside the plushest teddy bear.

Or the rose from Beauty and the Beast, locked in glass for care.

You said my voice could make the birds stay here for the winter.

It could make the leaves stay on the trees and live throughout September.

It could make the river flow quicker to the quiet stream.

It could make dogs and cats come together as a team.

Thank you for all the hints and got all the compliments.

But it's time for me to flip the script, let me hit you up with this.

I wonder if I touched your voice would it be as smooth as it sounds

I think your voice is the reason why the sun rays come down.

I like the way your skin looks like the harvest moon reflection.

The beauty in your face fills your smile with affection.

Instead of stars in your eyes I think you have the whole moon. I love the way your face lights up when I compliment you too.

Your voice contains the deep bass of the coldest, dark December

But when you speak a word to me your treble is what I remember.

So, you're saying my voice is soft

And I’m saying yours is smooth.

And if we need to help the earth

now we know what we could use.

You and me together could make time slow down

And one day I'll let you touch my voice to see if it's as soft it sounds.