Gates of Childhood

The gates of childhood open to eternal width. And memories are still alive. A summer sky protects you, with its easy winds. Far away hills, white flowers in a sea of sunshine, your smile not hidden behind shaky roofs. Sunrays of love, deeply engraved in you, a happy child. Through the open window an new day is rising. Between white sheets of early snow, blue fragments yet remain of flowers you once picked from summer fields, still vivid even after all that bygone days. And all your early memories are so alive as if no years had passed. And sometimes in your dreams you see a little boy grasping at flowers and at summer fruits and at all that other signs of happyness.