I remembered an old train ride.
That, long wait of being myself,
Moving in motion, No control.
I was lost but finding a way. Some road.

I remembered the extra attention
from the sunlight. Causal springs,
with the egotistical fan , wallowing,
in the windows.

Relief, was the lake, fireflies,
An enchanting song from birds, shifting the air.
Thick moss on the biggest rocks.
Fish, living silently alive, below.

I remembered sleeping on a current.
A cloud was out, worried, calling my name.
I was a drifter. Usually alone.
Hidden somewhere, reading a book.

Thinking of a different life.
A tale,    shared amongst the kings ,
and their scrumptious wine.

Thinking I was magical, or could make magic.
The softest touch, a warming burn.
The seeing our entire life together,
In just a hug. A real one.

I remembered who I wanted to be.
The talented, honest man.
The conductor of Love's choir,
With an audience of only one, just her.

A fountain of flaws, but a christmas smile.... Diamond.
Not the one for the world to see.
But the one to show the world & evolve.