A Daydream

My fingertips lightly travel down these worn piano keys, the memories now unravel as I hear your favorite melodies. I reminisce within my writing about a time that used to be, when your arms were so inviting and they would hold only me. The quiet whispers on the breeze the first kisses that were soft, we sat underneath the willow trees, as my heart then sailed aloft. I can still smell the roses, red their petals pressed upon the page, where your old promises lie dead they have not withered with age. I am daydreaming of the past when our love seemed to be true, a relationship that will not last but, back then we never knew. Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream" Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter