Poetry

I have been dreaming of a girl
with sunshine in her hair,
about someone lovely and fair
whose locks the wind does twirl

and up to me she would be walking
on the brightest sunny day
and spontaneous we would be talking
while she would flip all of the yesterday’s away.

Then one day suddenly
my life and the world changed
while you walked up to me
and it felt as if everything had been rearranged.

Maybe there is something in the first time that we both did love,
a secret kind of blessing that did come from above
and although it had been many years ago,
still I do of that blessed summer know.

[Reference: “The red dress” by Dorothy Parker.]