Dream Fulfilled

Memories awaken
of sweet, warm summer days
when all the world would play
in harmony

Days of tag and make-believe
patterns in the sultry weave
of summer's sway
when misty moist humidity
could take us to eternity

and bring us back once more
on eagles' wings, to soar
yet once again
to weave and move and blend

with all the world
and there, a comet hurled
through nighttime skies
casts trails of stardust

through the eyes of every child
tripping through the fields wild
with rainbow hues
and daffodils

and day by night by day
this memory grows sweeter still
until the dream fulfilled
becomes reality yet once again

?Michaelette?

1/3/2000
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