For a Jade That Sparkles

Those words that bring up feelings of nostalgia for a place
I have never been to before. Those words that I always trace
With my fingers. With my eyes closed they bring familiarity
And warmness that washes over me like the crystal clarity
Of summer ocean waves. It is like I am right there with you
Experiencing every laugh and every smile. Even the accrue
Of tears are fading away. I find my way back home as we
Are not meant to stay in the past for too long. We fully see
The way we paint and sculpt pictures with the stroke of our
Pens like a painter with her muse having extra horsepower.