Wistful Remembrance

by Charlee Wright

The fading photographs of my mind.
Take me back to a time that was kind.
Kinder and gentler days of yore,
Days such as those were never before.

When I remember those nostalgic times,
I think of you and my heart that pined,
for only a closer touch with you.
But I really thought you were too good to be true.

Our winding paths have crossed once more.
And the feelings I feel shake me clear to the core.
The longings, the yearnings, the "what could have beens"
are burning inside me again and again.

Dreams are for dreamers and for fantasies
And I thank you for reminding me...
that old flames can still burn strong.
And stay within you your whole life long.

So as I drop off into Fantasyland,
In the dark of night, I hope that I can...
Conjure your image one more time,
Feel you beside me, feel the sublime.

I thank you for the fantasies, so real and so true.
I thank you for letting me be a part of you.
Wistful remembrance of "what could have been"
Will always stay with me.....if only "within".