I dream of a better yesterday,
one with celebrated delights.
Of sunny days wrapped in frolic
and endless ribbons on soaring kites.
Of friends who were always there
as well as those I also loved.
And stories told and laughing the norm,
giving a sense that someone’s above.
Of a love undying as love could be,
on and on ‘til daylight slims.
And holding hands as we spin our thoughts,
giving life to our kissful whims.
Of candles who cradle flickering flames
as we splash our joys in the bath.
And tracked puddles and a garments trail
spelling out our playful paths.
The future holds its unknowns,
in destiny’s eye but a gleam.
But I care not what occurs, for to me
the past is best remembered in dream.