a dream that was, and that ended.

The spirit to foresee,
Adds the colour,
Of dazzling sort..
For the trust allures,
In it's scripture,
That beautiful days are all long

In the shallow water,
I dip and I rise,
I when imagine of the friends,
I made,
And again put it that,
All went their own ways,
In that circumstances I see them with me,
Along the shadow lines,
Of optimism and victory,
As shared is the priveledge,
To remember their hearts might,
I do foresee,
They are present in their quarters,
Of dazzlement,
For their style of care,
In my being alive