All those lazy, crazy, hazy days,
In dream drift back to me.
I feel their magic in the grey
And cool mist dull and dark.
They flicker faint and tease
With ease, then bounce around
With echo, soft.
I wonder why they went away
And left me standing, still, alone.
Sometimes the mornings, damp with dew,
Remind me of those days.
I pinch myself, to check my mood,
And let the memories drift!