Sonnet XXV

Legato, my heart, but sing with sweet joy

The eternal tide of time tarries on

Even though these moments have long been gone

That is only our cruel mind’s clever ploy

Dreams do not fade or fly; dreams do not die

Forever they remain deep in our hearts

Be they broken, shattered, missing parts

Our childhood fantasies never lie

For those were the days of truest peace

A laugh was a laugh, a word just a word

I took them as such, like a little bird

And watched the world unfold without a crease

Staccato, my heart, but sing without fear

Keep these hidden treasures ever so near.