When I Was…

Upon a time, once, slept I soundly,

Dreamt of days so long since passed,

A ray of sun shone,

On those days gone,

Leaving scarce a shadow cast.

A dream of memories in monochrome,

Where worries disappeared like summer’s smile,

And things that happened, largely now forgot,

Existed as they had, just for a while.

All sadness lived in childhood’s passing,

Dreamt within this dream: a dream –

Of times and places,

Faded faces,

Life’s too brief but golden gleam.

I held on to the things that I had dreamt,

And waited for an ending to arrive,

Then woke I with this solitary thought:

What time destroys, a memory can revive.