Remnants of a Distant Dream

The skies are grey, clouds borne with rain
and I look wistfully at an old photograph
My mind wanders at meandering pace
the blissful thoughts of childhood past

How simple it was long ago,
ice cream heavens and fairytales
Now obscure into haze-filled shadows
as time passes without a glance

To succumb into a sweet reverie
of precious days, beautiful moments
where nothing felt like everything
is oft but a tarrying indulgence.

The weary present prods me to remember
faint recollections of a young life -- and the little fantasies
How I wish to go down that path again and traverse
slowly through the remnants of a distant dream.