Creamy taste of past

Creamy taste of past

The nostalgia always skimming
On the top of boiled , tired thoughts
Making you believe of Jesus really walked across the water
That past somehow was a magic world of miracles indeed
Everything looked better, rosier and simpler

Is it a creamy taste of past
Or fancy cover on the brain confection born with
Indulging yourselves to travel through the younger years
Reliving the impossibility of coming back in real life
The secret defense mechanism against the harshness

Whatever reason of such floating sensations
Appearing in spontaneity of time and space
The nostalgia lives , surrounded by the fertile ground
Blossoming in the profoundest periods of contemplation
Just do not know for sure if it is good thing to go back
Spurring the ghosts appearing and the present melting

by Margaret Gudkov