In dreams of my sweet former life
with the wonders childhood poses
I find those friends I left behind
still so young and fresh like roses

I wonder if to them I'm old
when they think upon occasion
Do they wonder as, I do
of that inner child's persuasion

To me they are the cherished ones
memories of lost summer nights
When we played hide and seek till dark
enriched by all life's smells and sights


In dreams they live on as before
echoes of games we use to play
I start each night as they ended
with the dreams from yesterday


Tate
Original poem with music and pictures
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/442186/