Scenic Camera Dream

Head in clouds
It riots loud.
A scenic camera dream
Is fighting to seem
Like a moon lit walk
Or beach photo talk
While remembering;
A young boy tussle flirt,
A returned old shirt,
And a living room tumble
That made me humble.
I have found something subtle
In a young heart rustle.
While getting lost with me
You don't look to see
My eyes turned down,
And a lost boy frown.
Living without sound
My ears still pound.