Do you remember the cocooning warmth of the sun?

The flimsiest of breezes swimming through the open window.
Braiding its way through your hair.

While sitting in the crook of an old brown couch,

Fingers flying and eyes eating up the pages

 

You ambled through the fluffy coats to get to Narnia

Flew on the Nimbus 2000 and snatched the Golden Snitch
Fell through the rabbit hole to find singing flowers

Looked for clues in the bungalow with Nancy Drew

 

Father Time taunts you with each tick of his clock,

The crook of that old brown couch grows cold and desolate
Book and pages sprinkled in layered dust.

You fight to get back to that old brown couch

Cut down the dragons and monsters in your way

Father Time, the final boss, the last to be slayed.

Years pass by, and you grow tired of the battle,

It’s time to give up, put down the heavy sword

“Time to grow up, leave it alone,” Father says.

The old brown couch is nothing but white puffy smoke
It’s all a long lost memory, hazy, hard to recall.
There’s no more time to sit down and play

Good things must come to an end.
Time, has taken it all away.

 

The couch’s little nook calls to you

Beckons you for one last fight, one more try

Your hands delicately graze and turn over each page
Brings you back to the Land of Time.

The sun and the breeze eagerly say hello.

Though it’s not as often as before,

With your trusty sword in hand,

Your adventures begin again.