When I awoke, my face was wet with tears.

It was a dream I dreamt, a reverie,

a memory that lingers through the years,

some distant echo of a younger me.

 

That summer when you came and took my hand

to hold through sunlit days and ceilidh nights,

with moonlit walks across the rippled sand

that stirred our blood to reach such starry heights.

 

A simpler time of youth and innocence,

oblivious to matters of the heart

until the sudden spark became intense,

and burned so bright we thought we’d never part.

 

So many, many years have passed since then

and yet I sometimes wish they’d pass again.