darling, take me back

to the dreamy hallways

of that cosy little town

that were always lit with

hanging flourescent lights

in the shady evenings

and had sweet people

sitting by round tables

whispering the dreams

that coloured their lives

like soft strokes of paint

that takes way too long

to dry up 'n' make sense

but, nonetheless, darling

they had smiles all over

their oh so radiant faces

for no matter how much

such dreams bring pain

they are still like 'roses'

that remain beautiful

even when so withered

among the closed pages

of an old forgotten book

Author's Note