Greenville Poem by Bill Upton

The eyes of 18-
They see so quickly
And make decisions
That tingle.
They walk hand in hand,
They skate,
They fly above time,
They dream awake.

The hearts of 18-
They beat so fiercely,
They spontaneously combust,
They bleed fresh blood.

Young love drives without brakes,
It makes the rules as it goes,
It fights impossible fights,
And dances after the music stops.
It runs red lights
And laughs at consequences.

As we age,
We still dream these thrills.
We lie awake,
Remembering,
Reliving,
Aching
To once again experience
The eyes...
The heart...
Of 18.