River Dreaming

In reverie I dream of yesterday...
drifting beside the lazy currents, red,
where you and I as children there would play,
and I will love you forever, I said.

Now, web-spinning in golden dreams, I stray
where our youthful imaginings were bred,
running barefoot across river washed way,
and I will love you forever, I said.

Wandering through the shaded woods to hear
sweet music sung by birds of red,
gentle breezes stirred your curls so dear
and I will love you forever, I said.

We were so young and free, without a care.
In dreams I wander back to those days,
to times of innocence, with hearts bare,
now yesterday lives in a soft haze.

'Though I walk on the same river's shore,
this old river of ancient joy,
I dream the opening of a magic door,
recalling the sweet love of a boy.