A swing in full circle
brought me back to the fabled land
once again face to face with the mist
the Sea of Gold
retracing steps laid down eons ago
that felt like yesterday.
I searched for Strawberry Swing
a mission provoked by the feelings of familiarity
of being in this old place.
I put my ear to the wind, listening
and tried to speak back with the frost of my words
but all I heard in response was silence.
I wandered through the Sea of Gold
against the rushing tide
that threatened to swallow me
as if searching for one lost gold coin.
And glancing back at the ice chasing me
from high on the hill
I ignored it and pushed on.
I treaded lightly between the trees
while the entire forest burned in flames
stubbornly insisting this was the same old place
I used to wander
the same sidewalks I walked before
the same cold wind that bit my face.
I searched tirelessly for Strawberry Swing.
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