Please Come to Boston

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The brilliant days and starlight nights

were so long ago, the remain

only as misty memories,

glimmers of old hope,

faded dreams.

The person I longed to be

and somehow never quite made it.

The slices of life, however brief,

when I did live my dream,

feel the freedom,

see the stars from San Bernardino

on a hot August night.

That song always reminds me if those days,

I hear it in grocery stores or random radio searches.

Please come to Boston in the Springtime…

Please come to LA to live for ever..

The dream never happened, yet

the memory remains.

2 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Memories are wonderful they can make us light hearted and wistful or sometimes sad the blessing is we have them to thumb through in our hearts and minds and experience the emotions again and again.

  2. 2

    “The person I longed to be

    and somehow never quite made it.” – ahaha, yes, it seems we become someone we did not really intend to be. but am not quite sure if that’s a bad thing, either. perhaps, the important thing is to always become…😉


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