Palace Of Dreams And Memories

I pray for a palace of dreams and memories

With stones and pillars of mementos 

And high crystal ceilings that glow with my dreams. 

Halls filled with melancholy melodies— 

Each bittersweet note echoing the hopes, fears 

And tears of all my past years and epochs. 

I wish to wear regalia woven with nostalgia, 

So I may dance with familiar shadows, dining with them 

On pleasing delicacies of olden days while waited upon by 

Mere thoughts. 

I yearn for stately windows viewing wondrous groves  

That rustle with all that which could have been, but did not—

And colossal galleries of art that mirrors my memories,

So I may live them again, but only as a perfect dream.