Dreams of Years Past

Dreams of years past, like whispers, drift,
Through time’s embrace, they softly lift.
Faded echoes of laughter’s sound,
Where memories in shadows are found.

Once vibrant skies, now dimmed by age,
Yet in their depths, they still engage.
A childhood voice, a distant song,
Whispers of where we once belonged.

The trees we climbed, the streets we ran,
The dreams we had of who we’d stand.
The hopes that soared, the fears we knew,
Now drift like mist in skies once blue.

Hands that built, hearts that broke,
Each passing day, another spoke.
The years have gone, but still they stay,
A fleeting trace, a gentle sway.

Now we are but a whisper too,
In dreams of years that once we knew.
Yet still, those dreams, in quiet beams,
Live on forever in the seams.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie