Clouds and Roads

Castles on clouds and old town roads,

Driving fast and breaking the crowds.

Cornfields going past me, I didn’t know,

That it was the last day of pure snow.

Running around, I saw a face, dark,

Blurred, a shard of memory sparked.

Years had passed, where we stood,

Now was a structure of iron and wood.

Laughter, plenty of it, with arms wound,

Flames in the middle, standing around.

No trouble then, we always knew joy,

Ten years later, we can’t always enjoy.