Sweet Tea

there was a time
once
when all memories
were fine
and the sun was in the sky
its rightful orbit

your tan line reminds me
of that day
as the wind blew our hair
and the sea assaulted our senses
i watched you
fondly

there was freedom there
a place to lay our heads
to swing and laugh
summer
i believe
is what we called it

as in youth
the salt inspired
our tireless eyes
to never focus on a thing
but that day in the sun
sipping the sweet tea of the moment