In this photo which I have not seen
The winter’s chill fills the morning air.
The snow falls lightly across the words we once visited.
We enter through the doorway of times past,
Of a vision once dreamed
Are the images I see of today.
Or are they too only in my mind?
Looking out onto stone faces with cold dark eyes
Sounds of a distant past, the faded dreams
Reflections of blue, with memories yet to come
For these times are but special
The memories are you….
I sometimes go back to this place as I did not so long ago
Yesterday miles of green fields as far as the eye could see
Diamonds larger than you could touch
Water deeper than the oceans
Flying high amongst the clouds
Sounds of laughter from far off young voices
Today the fields are small
The diamonds just for little league
The water is a swimming pool
The swings rusted
The voices silent
But for me, it’ll always be yesterday.