I miss those summer nights
I'd sit in my mother's kitchen
Open doors and windows
Letting the night wind cool my skin
Hearing crickets sing to the moon.
I was living in two separate worlds
One foot on my chair
One foot on a different land
Walking through those printed pages
Going with those fabled friends.
Sometime later I'd go upstairs
Sprawl out on my messy bed
Swelter in the humid heat
But be lost inside the forest
Until the sky began to lighten.
My eyes burned with the sands of time
My wrists would ache from leaning
But still I could not come back home
From distant, far-off traveling
Then sleep would overtake me.