An Affair of the Heart

I feel you in the recessed skies beckoning, where we run free along the country side, it's quiet there among the paths of yesterday, freedom sings where I once loved and loved once, until you and now the dream is haunting me again, as I slowly press the silent door I see, and dare not look away travel back to some other time brazen scenes scraped knees rug burn, laughing until the rising sun could take no more, before sliding down still that doesn't compare, doesn't come close to the thrill of you, and yet, there is another standing there. what will I do... [an observation]