from the midst of dreams
down to the meadow
here I sang a song with my love
no-one to hear or weep
I would sit by the side of my corner
thinking about all of my elapsed memories
just for you to be there
to follow the footsteps,to run behind you
to cry out loud and fall into your mist filled arms
to recherish the fantasy
to come to reality that it's just you again by my side
but this time with less melody and you pushed over to the submarine edge with alot of oceans to pass
I would sit aside in the hustle miss that old boy who would blush just at the stroke of my touch
I miss you young man.....

© mystic