Illuminating Memories
By Max W
Tinkling of bike bells,
The rush of wind in my face,
Running lost in the dunes,
Our way home yet to find,
Memories rush to mind.
Hot chocolates warm our hearts,
With extra cream on top,
Running to our bikes,
My troubles left behind,
Memories rush to mind.
The small Dutch island,
Scheirmonnikoog,
Where the lighthouse still stands,
Tall, powerful, strong,
My memories will live on.
I flash back to the present,
Eyes fixated on my red toy lighthouse
And the memories it contains,
To many just a thing,
To me, everything.