A Daydream
My fingertips lightly travel
down these worn piano keys,
the memories now unravel
as I hear your favorite melodies.
I reminisce within my writing
about a time that used to be,
when your arms were so inviting
and they would hold only me.
The quiet whispers on the breeze
the first kisses that were soft,
we sat underneath the willow trees,
as my heart then sailed aloft.
I can still smell the roses, red
their petals pressed upon the page,
where your old promises lie dead
they have not withered with age.
I am daydreaming of the past
when our love seemed to be true,
a relationship that will not last
but, back then we never knew.
Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream"
Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter
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