Nostalgia a bittersweet poison, black potions
As I indulge immersing in pervading liquids
Violently inundating reminiscences and fantasies
Carried by the flow I listen to wisdom melodies
Of Green on matters of Love and Happiness
Nineteen seventy two the texture of fading squid
Ink colouring my skin with shades of memories
Of others bequeathed upon me by the elders
Anecdotes and history of a past when candles
Were blown by electricity neighing horses traded
In for roaring engines wheels of wood turned
Into synthetic rubber tyres humanity fitting
In a box of sounds and colours when reaching
The moon was but a dream and wars appalled
More than a few, collective movements exhibiting
Last drops of antidote solidarity clinging
Onto the drying rivers of hope before streaming
On ethereal worldwide webs of flimsy substance.
Nostalgia for a time I have not lived yet recognise
Longing to return while gazing at the runway
Afore me destination Future I know,
I should forget relinquish my luggage still held
Hostage at the lost and found in the enticing
Terminal of ephemeral epochs gone by
And long gone.
[Featured painting: The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dalí, 1954]