Forever Young

You are often in my dreams
Reliving times when we were young –
Forever young, or so it seems –
Inside the place from whence we sprung.

We had so much in common
When we were together, long ago,
Poor college dinners sharing Ramen,
With hopes and dreams and things to know.

As I see you from this distance,
I know our paths went separate ways,
So I treasure every instance
Of dream reunions, in old days.

I miss your eyes, so blue like mine –
I wish there was a way to see –
To travel backward down the line,
When I was you and you were me.

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It really would be awesome to have my old and somewhat more functional eyeballs back. Then again, the dimming light has given me insight I would have otherwise missed. It’s irritating that life works this way.

I don’t dream all that often (at least not in the sense that I remember anything) but when I do it’s usually with good eyesight. I suppose that will probably change eventually. I also quite often have the ability to fly in the world of dreams and I have occasionally been borderline convinced upon waking that gravity is an unnatural restraint. As that is a dream talent that was never reflected with my waking body, I anticipate that the gift of sleep flight will remain, even as the old eyeballs flicker out.

[Note: investigate whether birds ever become blind and what happens when they do.]

[Note 2: scratch that. we don’t want to know.]

Because I borrowed his song title, I am contractually obligated to share the following:

Feel free to go back and re-read the poem now in Rod’s voice. For all you know that’s what I sound like.