Closing my eyes
My soul drifts, rather flies
To better days which never were.
Still the love was true
That I harbored for you.
Forgive me my one-time fatal flaw.
Daydreams are but a soft pillow,
Shelter from the fact that you are gone.
They keep me from weeping with the willows
As the radio plays our song.
This dream yields a poodle skirt and ponytail for you
And a black jacket and blue jeans for me.
We are dancing and singing do-wap-do
Blissful and carefree.

By: Anthony AJ Jackson
4-11-2000 (s.d.)