If I Were Young Again!

When I return through memory’s stream,
Unlayering thought, reviving dream,
I find a vale of rose and gold,
Where daffodils in silence unfold.

White peaks rise tall, serene and bright—
A heaven kissed by morning light.
There lie the steps my choices made,
Still echoing though time may fade.

My soul remains in that old noise,
Where fading hopes replaced my joys.
Dreams dissolved on shifting sand,
Lost to time’s relentless hand.

If youth returned, I’d shape anew
The hearts still soft, the minds still true—
Sow seeds of peace where hatred grew,
And light a fire the dark can’t strew.

But fate struck hard, and reason fled;
The world turned cold with fear and dread.
I walked through nights devoid of song,
Chasing life, just to belong.

No blooms remained, no skies were wide,
Just broken wings and dreams denied.
Yet in the hush, a thought took flame—
To write, to speak, to give it name.

Now every word and seed I sow
Will one day rise, and thought will grow.
In every branch, in every leaf,
Will bloom the light beyond our grief.

So let the page hold memory's gleam—
The living breath of one lost dream.