I long for the time to take a walk along the path of fantasy.  To see the golden sunlight reflected into my view like rain drops from all sides.  The leaves of color falling pain-fully down regretting their failure.  They could not have been always perfect.  I long for their beauty and their solace.  The peace could sooth my mind.  Like cold water on feet, which are too tired to notice even the warm suds of relaxation.
   
    I remember the time when mother and father walked hand in hand.  Children fought but still they held each other as royalty.  Now they have split.  No more to be one.  They have gone.  I miss them come back.  When they left they took a part of me which I wanted.  I am selfish come back.  Please.
   
    I remember the memory.  It seems so real.  We walked into the shadowy deep woods.  Gasping the beauty as the climb builds our blood.
   
    We all act like children yet one was unreal.  A fleshy beauty who would disappear from my life eternal.  Come back Elaine, Please come back.  In you is held perfect peace.
   
    As we walk through the woods and slide down the hill, following the crevice filled no more with water.  The saddle shaped grapevine.  The race on the two.  Running contentedly down the mountainside.  Reaching the river.  The cold exhilarating knowledge that the lifeguard could once not swim.  The fear of the chemical which bubbled and cascaded around our legs.  The fear that mommy would be mad.  Elaine’s cool promise and positive convection.  Yes I long for the past, the beauty of a childhood when I didn’t give a damn.  For Time has grown.