Remembering the warmth of early dawn

Remembering the warmth of early dawn,
I basked in play and laughter of day's light,
and shiver in the cold of dusk's sun gone.

The days of youth in days of old live on,
I smile in recollections of the night,
remembering the warmth of early dawn.

Between my toes the feeling of the lawn,
of fresh cut grass, the greenness in my sight,
I shiver in the cold of dusk's sun gone,

and wonder where the light of day has gone,
which shone so bright and warm and all seemed right.
Remembering the warmth of early dawn,

I sing aloud my favorite childhood song,
yet hear a voice too old and full of fright,
and shiver in the cold of dusk's sun gone.

To what I used to be I am still drawn,
yet know that child has vanished from my sight.
Remembering the warmth of early dawn,
I shiver in the cold of dusk's sun gone.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos