Dreams Of Past

Living my life,

Walking by the riverside.

Not wanting to return home soon,

Sitting and staring at the amber skies and spending the noon.

Dancing by the pools,

Counting raindrops like little fools.

Watching the sun on the horizon rise,

Had never felt so nice.

Chasing yellow birds by the trees,

Hurrying and reaching home before anyone sees.

Drenching my feet in the tiny puddle,

To listen to stories at night we all would huddle.

These memories of the old gone days,

Soaking my soul, it always stays.

Making heavy clouds in my heart,

Clouds of those old dead days,

Living and thriving in my memories,

Keeping me alive are those times and stories.

That cloud keeps on getting heavy,

That clouds of memory no one can see,

Until one day it will take no more and rain on me.