I'm blissfully lost-
Somewhere in the catacombs of time,
Reliving moments of glory and days gone-by.
It's almost as if I'm afraid-
To venture into the bleakness of what lies ahead,
Fearing I might stumble or falter.
Then you come around and sit beside me-
To place a tender,loving hand-
On my head.
You smile at my nervousness.
Give me that ever-meaningful look.
And just like that all my doubts are purged.
I know only I can give it shape.
Breathe life into it or make it break.
That cherished desire of my heart,
I would never let it go for anyone's sake.