Nostalgia Poem by Kwai Chee Low

Warm sand, soft beneath my feet,
dusk, purplish against a vast night sky.
A crescent moon alluring and shy,
watching waves tirelessly nudging the shore.

Shadows waver and leaves sigh,
teased by the salty northerly breeze.
Stars twinkle in silent tête-à-tête,
as my reverie once again begins.

Childhood glimpses, kites flying
in an azure sky, splashing through streams,
joyful hunt for frogs in wet marshes.
Sweet nostalgia, when did we get so old?