There Will Be Times

There will be times A brilliant sunset when I will A microphone see something, The scent of lilacs smell something, A roaring fireplace hear something, A starry sky taste something, A full moon touch something... A big snowstorm reminders of you... A walk at the seashore a memory Americana music of something Boho we talked about, Bm chords a memory Acoustic guitar and female voice of something Nashville we did, Jeans and boots a memory Red pants, red lights, red coats of something A certain day in April we dreamed about, The Neighborly of something Sarah and Sara we shared, Brooke and John of something Anne and Gilbert we read, Thomas and Elsa of something Coffee pretty, Cheese something Combos special, Robert Frost something Klimt and Rodin funny, Knitting needles something Clothes stores solely Bluebird and Troubadour Craft markets And if I add up all of the Wind chimes somethings Lancaster I will realize that their sum thing equals Shoofly pie everything Bridges And when I dream about you Bluebirds I won't rush to the kiss Airplane rides because some dreams Paris, France are just too perfect to rush Lake Annecy And as I walk the road of my life Reading books I will walk towards the hope of Doing Crosswords someday, Wordle and Connections the day when I can finally, Sundays, Wednesdays, Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas once and for all time, Bookmarks come home to you