Dreams of times past

A memory of golden light,
crosses my eyes in slumber.
I dream of winged birds in flight,
across a sunset sky in summer.
My memory fades to shadows,
if I cross over from dreamland.
Your hiding in my dream I know,
I felt the warmth of your hand.
A memory of yellow warmth
covers my skin in slumber.
I dream of warmth by the hearth,
on a snowy day in the dead of winter.
In a state of sleep the colors dance,
for the pleasure of my minds eye.
I can live forever in this trance,
as long as I dont dare challange the lie.
A memory of flying and laughter,
teases my soul in slumber.
A dream of times we were together,
in a place neither of us remember.
Wake me never from this desire,
as the sun rises for a new day.
Let me burn in this passionete fire,
this is where I want to play.