Flying high o'er trees and hills,
The memories of childhood soar again,
Oh that the haunts of birth could speak aloud my dreams
Of love that might have been!
Such beauty as a child I did behold,
Eyes so bright e'en stars looked dull,
Could such childish contact brand my mind so deep
To keep it locked in dreams for all these years?
Is this all real or just a hidden haven
Of hopes and things that could never be?
Why didn't I try to reach her, to be close?
So weak, no confidence in myself at all!
Too late, the dusk comes through the trees,
She's no more here - taken by the years,
Why did she come to haunt my life like this?
Oh to be six again!
