Combing the years for answers
Something, helping me find
what I thought was lost
that turned out never to exist
in the first place
This backward-looking
Far more than nostalgia
Closer, perhaps, to an obsession
Clinging to old feelings
still looking for a home
Deep down, I know
there is no going back, yet
even deeper down I know
I want to go back
just to come back around again
What haunts me, drives me–
back to events, people and places
more imagined than real, and
even more ineffable today
than what I thought was real back then
My obsession, an equal longing
for what is deeply simple, within grasp
and what is inaccessible and totally illusive
like the light from a distant star
taking years to reach us
Yet, it is this light
keeping me awake nights
It is this light
coming from so very far
stirring me back in time
Poetic Alchemist 
ditto everyone:)
Aurora: Thanks so much. And so life seems to us at times.
Dan: Thanks. Great talking with you today!
polona: Thank you. Glad you enjoyed this poem.
wonderful write, don. i can relate…
Yep, I hear you!
Strong write with mysteries woven beneath each line. Killer of an ending, Don.
Floots: Thanks. Ah yes, indeed “it” does decode and enrich now and what is ahead.
i am so in tune with this one
as you say – it is more than nostalgia
what has been helps to decode and enrich what is and has yet to be
lovely write don
thank you