Only dreams of wonderment seem to
linger on without explanation, sweet
lovely thoughts, caressing my heart with
love, affection and laughter sought from
another place in time.
Linger softly across my mind, leaving your
presents melting like ice, upon hot coals
glowing brighter through times, when love
held the spear of bitter sweetness, passion
capturing natures loving ways.
Summer of youth was wild and free, holding
it's magical spell, simplified and adorned, by
mystical dreams, mingling together as one
entity, bounding endlessly in loves sweet
(Days of wine and Roses, and never