Ah, the touch of youth once kissed me on the breeze
and led me through the years of love and light,
A dream it seems that left so long ago.

As time walked its eternal journey the breeze was replaced with the colours of living
and I lost sight of you, forgetting the lines of your face, the feel of your touch, the presence of your space.

As the light grew dimmer so did my memories of you
and I didn’t notice you were no longer there with me

I had become used to being alone with myself
and there was only silence within me as I was without you

I grew heavier as the colours of my life grew less vivid
and my substance was blown about by the winds
manipulating the course and funnels of my dreams.

I looked into the spaces as I wandered down my memory lane
I was looking for you and I followed your path that seemed so familiar to me,
I have always known when my steps were in the right or wrong place.

I began to live in children’s picture books
searching for clues that would lead me back to you
At first only pieces remained but the picture grew bigger
and I saw the beginning of the path
the would lead me home.

For I have been lost, my coat was threadbare and torn
and my shoes were old and worn upon paths through forests of night
Where I gave the stars all my secrets and the darkness, my light.

When I caught up to you, you held my hand and I felt loved
When I looked into your eyes I saw myself and I caught my breath
It was good to be with me again.

I know death is up ahead but I don’t know when
and I’ve faced the fear and accepted the inevitable
I will know what is there when I’m there and not before.

This is the reality of my illusion of my reality,
and what there is, is and what will be, will be.