Sweet Cielia

Arms spread wide drowning in a jersey of gold

Drove all night north, we were maybe 19 years old

He was not everything you’d dreamed

Despite how he pretended it seemed

I remember meeting someone there, but it went cold

Distant days that never cease to amaze at the way they come around

Lost in years of becoming something, but it’s nothing like what we found

Love and laughter, friends in the great hereafter, reminisce myriad memorabilia

Too many summer moons have circled around us my friend sweet Cielia

 But we had some wonderful youthful summers

Inside my mind and I’m painting a picture with words I sketched

Funnin’ flipping steaks fried for the tools

Backyard Eddie’s place swimming pool

Eating fried egg sandwiches C-Guy’s momma had fetched

Further south but again a situation that never seemed to unfold

Origami looked so pretty but crumbled when you tried to hold

I have clumsy hands myself, missed too many connections so I feel ya’

It seems so nice to take a minute and remember days with my friend sweet Cielia

The faces I see are not all still with us, but when I think of you they return

Trading my spot in a tent for a film can of weed sitting watching a fire burn

They tell me innocence is a slippery slope sometime

And incense burns as the breeze blows the wind chime

Days behind with those hied to Heaven can never be replaced you learn

Distant days that never cease to amaze at the way they come around

Lost in years of becoming something, but it’s nothing like what we found

Love and laughter, friends in the great hereafter, reminisce myriad memorabilia

Too many summer moons have circled around us my friend sweet Cielia

Tim Windisch

06 10 2024