Monday, 9 January 2012

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.