As I observe the younger version of myself
through the looking glass of memories gone by…
I am left with souvenirs of romantic rhapsodies
of us dancing in velvet green meadows
under periwinkle blue skies.
Our destination was everlasting,
a love so new and enchanting as if
we were a creation of patterns
skipping between sun and shade.
The looking glass of memories
is all that is left.
I discover you only in my dreams at night now,
a sweet acceptance of knowing you are still by my side
dancing amongst the castles in the clouds.
[Picture courtesy of Google Images]