A forgotten tale

A forgotten tale comes back to haunt me,
It clouds my eyes and tears flow like the rain.
I wonder how they found the way back to me,
The songs long gone, which I sang no end,
The scattered memories the lost notes,
Are not for me now ,but once they were all mine.
Guess I don't know why I feel this way,
Sadness its just too small a word to say.

Colors and music, wonderful were those days,
My heart asks me now if it was real or a dream,
Only memories remain, and a dead hope with me,
The happiness long lost, but my ruined dreams remain.
I wonder how my life was then,
And life, where it has now brought me.

Hopes and wishes in utter celebration of love,
Strange games which our eyes used to play
Your hair fluttered in the wind, my eyes full of dreams,
Open were the door of my heart and thus love flowed in ,
And my hopes of love the world that they made,
Beamed with such joy as in a young ones mind.
A forgotten tale that comes back to haunt me,
The tears that flow makes me blind.