I was an avid writer in my high school years. I dreamed of becoming a writer, specificallly a poet.  As I was cleaning out some old files, I ran across some of my outpourings and thought I would share to change the mood of my daily blog outpourings.

Time

Take me back to when I was young, those memories will always remain unsung.

Hands reached out to shelter me from hidden dangers I could not see.                                                             Guiding me through the coming years, they formed my love and anquished tears.

My fingers sought to find the path that created the sun and managed a laugh.                                                            Their desire exiled through an eternity, like my soul, they were part of my sanity.

The clouds above were my ships at sea, inviting me to places my heart longed to be.                                         The ruins of gods bequeathed with gold, memories reach out to take hold.

Bedtime shadows canvass the wall, an artist of darkness, his tales quite tall.                                                         My dreams danced before me on my bed, for today they said, to a tomorrow they led.

Happy Wednesday, may we all live today to love again tomorrow.