Take Me Back

Take me back to the place of memories
Inside that four-cornered room of ages
To the narrow hallways of our echo voices
Filled with bystanders of our every foolishness.
 
Take me back to the place of reminiscence
In that moment in time when us still remains
Under that shade where we danced as it rains
On that sunny ground between the grass frames.
 
Take me back to the place of every nostalgia
To that scene somewhere under the acacia
Surrounded by the beauty of a fuchsia
Photographed in my mind like a panorama.
 
Take me back to the place of yesterday
The ones that appears in each reverie
From the playground of countless cliché
To that  field of chronicled adventures everyday.
 
Take me back to where it all started
When mind was young, heart unguarded
Back when time was beautifully wasted
Lost in that magical illusion we once created.
 
Take me back to where I can revisit those times
Back when time was young and full of rhyme
Because though I escape quite all summertime
I know I’ll always come back in springtime.