When we're very young and so carefree
bound the heart to every dream
life for a while do we see
like a fresh and endless Spring
Days entwined to all the nights
blending in so many regal colors
alongside the Moon and the Sun
carrying all my wishes in the sky
Stepping down from above
lovingly weaving life after life
seasons creating and deleating frames
nature changing to renew the hearts
LadyDP2000
copyright@2001
NICE WORK
ON THIS ONE
There is nothing like the flight of fantasy of youth and the dreams of a perfect life. But it is when the winter of more experience sets in that life really becomes real. A renewal of that youthful spirit can usually only come from true love, regardless of the age. Great poem.