Where are the days
of laughter and of play
when like magic, tones
of sweetest songs were sung?

Where is the interplay
that used to keep the flow
of love alive and free
and growing strong?

What happened to
the joy we knew
as spirit opened out?

Now it seems we're only caught
within a draught
of memories

and all the loving feelings flee
to where they may be free
to grow again

so tell me - when
might we begin again
to dream of love . . .?

? Michaelette ?