Toys of Our Memories

Standing at the closet door buried deep within my mind I gather courage to venture there to see what’s left behind As the door swings gently open so many things I see the rainbows of illusions and so many shattered dreams But in the corner hiding is a memory soft and gay it pulls me closer to the spot where I used to play The place of innocence, the inner child yearning to be free laughing, singing, trusting all Come and play with me and further in the darkness there’s a light from loves I knew from family, friends and lovers all still burning true But the brightest toy to catch my eye is one of innocence it’s the gift you gave when first we met and sealed it with a kiss