Dance of the Young
Looking back when laughter came easy
And worries were pages to turn
Childhood magic guided my footsteps
Each day was a memory learned.
Now my thoughts are caught in a whirlwind
And my dreams are songs unsung,
I wonder if I’ll ever come up again
To dance the dance of the young.
A sapphire sky, a whispering passion
A daisy-fresh garland encircling my heart.
I thought you and I
Were meshed in a fabric
That could never be torn apart.
But now my sky is muddled with sadness
with gray clouds setting high
And I wonder if I’ll ever rise up again
To dance my dreams gone by.
Lessons of old are stitched in my heart
Colorful threads intertwined.
Time will soon recreate patterns
A quilt’s recycling of old to new.
Lively steps tapping out a long-lost rhythm
Reclaiming my dance
Of my memories of you.
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