Like crystal fragments in the mind
shimmering glitterdust...

I have
a dream...

My sanity has left me
Gone to visit another...

Just us
it was only you and I...

I met an old man on the way home
he sat on the old wooden bench...

Life was much simpler back then
The problems we had were only those we saw...

Why is my life in chaos?
Why does the tide turn once again...

I like the passage of youth as we live our lives
And the many surprises it holds for us...

We lived in our little world
the tiny universe to ourselves...

Ask her how she feels
and she'll tell you what she may...

I dreamt last night
that as I approached the river...

It was only this morning when I met the young boy
Sitting so calmly on that wooden bench...