Count and play
The memory winds of yesteryear
Flow for me still crystal clear.
The snow the rain the light of sun,
The pain the tears the bright of fun.
They touch me like a second life
And move me like a second wife.
Play upon my hopes and fears,
Today as much as yesteryear.
The memory winds of soundless sound
Are opiate wings backwards bound
Filling my lacy face with smiles,
When I am lost in dreamy wiles.
The memory winds grace silent time
With graceful endless soundless mime.
And morphemes me to full redeem,
Like a dream within a dream.
It is my treasure, I have put away
And now it's time to count and play.