Before We Kissed Goodnight
Dear diary...remembering a time
in early 1970. Now I still feel the
Once we danced in meadows
it was a hippy special time,
with sunshine on our faces
and gentle cool breezes sublime,
shared many happy moments
picking daisies creating flowery
chains, summer's silent embrace
ensured my memories would remain,
gathering fluffy dandelion seeds:
blowing heads away, we'd find out
if love was on the cards and smile,
“does he love me...yes or no?” We'd say.
How goes the youth of yesterday,
when hearts beat strong, days were
long; like morning dew fresh faces
absorbed vitality with boundless fortitude.
Now older and wiser wisdom give solace,
takes away fear of mysterious darkness;
as night approaches watching stars in inky
night, energy unveiling as we kissed goodnight.