Today I was reminded of an old dream. One that may have started
my writing . The reason I wrote a poem or the reason i felt loving emotions. The
reason I am here today writing liket his was all this dream that started
a long time ago... I still remember the notebooks , the scenes going on
in my mind... the flavour of them. they were beautiful to me... they
meant everything to me...and suddenly it started dissappearing I changed
I did not deserve the beautiful dream anymore
it did not light
within me anymore slowly and slowly it removed itself until i no longer
ached for it instead new things came to mind and the beauty of my dream
died
and today i met a woman who reminded me of the old me the one
ive been searching for that part of me that hid after my old dream
parted I was reminded why i had that dream i said it i once used to
dream ............and I felt lost in space almost taken back to a moment
when everything was right simple and elegant again
and it made me think
what really iis my favourite love story?
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