Into the past - 3rd draft

Into the past





Into the past, I drift once more,
A daydream opening Moving through an enchanted door
To a time gone by and familiar faces,
A mystic realm of magic places,
On that wondrous distant shore.


Familar streets I re-explore,
The Crooked lanes, the sun-kissed moor
Stepping lightly in open spaces
Following all the well loved traces
Into the past.


On Yet waking now, it's as before
I floated down that corridor,
No friendly face, no warm embraces
Just cold grey ash of in unlit fireplaces,
And I crave sleep take me evermore
Into the past.

I was wrong. There are always changes to be made.