Halcyon
Ethan Cantor
Twenty-one and missing home,
Not the place,
But the sense of warmth.
Go back in time,
To years before,
To find my halcyon.
To happy places,
So far away,
We look for shelter,
From day to day.
The random thoughts,
They fill our brains,
As our memories fade away.
Twenty-one and missing home,
Not the place,
But the sense of warmth.
Go back in time,
To years before,
To find my halcyon.
