Come ...
journey round my mind
don’t be afraid
enter

Remnants of lilacs
still lay upon my bed of dreams
in sweet scents of memory
pillows of billowy clouds
of loss ... do linger though
But ...
come view with interest
to say the least

Just be wary
not to remain at great lengths
in well-marked caverns of caution
you could
drown yourself in depths of sorrows
if you stay too long
amidst these lost callings

Seek only the maiden at her best
... flowing tresses
caress and cradle
her milk pale face
ever flowing
weaving tapestries
of hopeful new day dreams
the light
from her youth
plods along

dream child’s eons pass
yet the glass is always half full