Navigate memory waves
to that retrograde position marked "Innocence",
where yesterday forms crystal tides on celestial waters,
and the sea of glass reflects these fragments from the past:
Summer days spent quickly as an allowance;
Peace inside the sacred circle of a tire swing;
Mystic firefly quatrains insribe secrets on the cathedral of the night.
When curiosity beckons, only silence greets the unanswered questions.
So, childhood''''s hand cast out its messages on this ocean of eternity,
and let the bottle return on the vapors of tomorrow.