Dreamy

When I see you smile
The tape player connects
And the song of our life plays

Each time you reach out your hand
My heart is ready to be twirled
Each step a masterful waltz

Whenever you speak
This old book opens
The familiar smell
Of memories fills me

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Child at heart

I’m Still A Child At heart.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll have to say goodbye to her.

To let go of the optimistic way I feel when I look at the world.

Will I be able to grow into a woman then

At the cost of still seeing shapes in the clouds.

Or feeling exhilarated by the smell of the ocean.

Or looking up at the moon and feeling fuller.