A Light in the Mirror

Sitting alone in this cavernous room
in the desert wastes far from home
when lonliness creeps up from within
and the war rages on

I remember a place
where life seemed easier
seemed simpler
a long, long time ago

playing in the trails along Quil Ceda
the creek was a new dimension
where brave soldiers fought and adventurers forged new trails

We walked to school, just under a mile
to and from, dead of winter
when snow fell from the sky
and halloween was something to enjoy

where independence was celebrated
on the street, and in the sky
where friends were always nearby,
and bikes could fly.

That was 143rd Place Northeast
a thousand miles from here
decades in the past
a place long changed, a place long forgotten.