Night Skies : Volume One.

Yesterday's Dream of Tomorrow.

I closed my eyes,
and dreamt of the future.
I saw myself seated calmly,
beneath a cool oak tree.
Oh my, that bald spot gets bigger.
I walked up to him,
looked at my miserable yet resigned face.

I was watching something,
someone,
a little girl playing in the meadow,
Is that ?
Yeah, the old me replied
Did brave souls sell?
What of the poems?
Are they classics?

Old me looked at me,
with sad soulless eyes.
I noticed the battered book by his side,
Old me looked back at the meadow.
the little girl smiled and waved,
we both smiled and waved back.

He then handed me back,
my future torn, battered book.
this is your treasure,
that little angel is mine.
yours too.
he looked deep into my eyes,
then looked away with a sigh.

please don't loose that spark,
the mind might give,
the body too much to bear,
but you are your heart.
please do not,
let whatever is in there go.

and together,
we watched our little girl,
play and giggle in the sun,
I'll make it better old man.
Don't worry,
I'll make it better.
I promise.

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