Wide Wide Land

this place of memories

is a wide wide land

where we become children

again

and things I see

are known only to me.

where once

I ran across vast meadows

and held your hand.

 

I sing songs

that now only I can hear.

the past is gray now

cloudy, fading, falling

and I reach for a memory

as if it would bear me up

in this wide wide land.