The dead past
some how seems
intensely alive

In one distinct
moment I can still
trace down through
the seascape of lost
years

I see the elusive face
of children played with
so long ago

And suddenly some surge
of life is released
an unaware truth revealed
never known

I seem to have no tinted
thoughts to paint you real

Maybe my eyes are
playing tricks on me
never did get those new
glasses

But through all my
memories now revealed the
least of me was always
the best of you!