cassady

Yester year

tangled in the cob webs of yester year
I walked on cobblestones beside canal beds
holding your hand, sweet cassady

you roamed like a buffalo
free and wild
never to be tamed by the kiss of my hand

now you are a mold of memories
a box full of letters
lying inside the northen skies
empty and barely known

familiar notes, and blue jean jackets
brought my youth back to me, sweet cassady
I was once a dandelion unfolding into a jagged rose

now i am torned
aged,
but not withered to the storm
i will look onto winter skies
and smile
sweet cassady