Lost Memories

Haven't done much of anything in a while.

 

Lost memories scamper round,

The fountain of youth.

Calling my name, they call my name,

As they scamper round, scamper round.

 

I want to play, so I bounce and jump.

With the memories I called friends.

Ring around the rosy, they say,

A pocket full of posies.

 

With cheeks like roses, my memory kisses me

Swiftly on the cheek.

The lost girl of my dreams awakes,

For this is the first time we meet.

 

I remeber her from a distant land,

Far beyond my imagination.

She whispers my name, so softly, so subtle,

And I dance with her again and again.

Author's Note

free write, something quick i did.