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Drifting dreams on music's wings

carry me to allysiam days,

days of smiles when hearts were light,

days of youth's careless blaze.

Soft memories come floating back

through shaded corridors of time,

flowing free in misty dreams,

echoes of what once was mine.



Bubbling from a well of thought

water of a long-lost life,

time of careless, carefree days

full of laughter, free from strife.

A form, a face, aword, a song

carried on soft recall's wings,

stirring pools of sunken scenes

with all the time-lost sights it brings.



Bathed in rays of long ago

I drift along a dreamy path,

catching glimpses as I glide,

embers from a glowing hearth

stirred as if by bellows pumped

upon a bed of near dead coals,

reviving in my musing thoughts

silver dreams and long dead goals.