Lost within my own mystic dreams of sleep,
forgotten moments come alive that once were hidden deep.
A misty and shadowed figure of a time long ago,
brought back fond memories I’ve come intimately to know.

Days of warmth from the summers, long hot days,
spent lying in the grass, lost in its shimmering haze.
I watch her laughing amid her brown flowing hair,
as she dances in the sun, without so much as a care.

Faint memories called forth, from a childhood long since past,
hoping from within these words, they are made forever to last.
I see her so clearly in that place where dreams run wild,
flourishing back within the time, when she was but a child.

She is forever bound to my heart like an enchanting spell,
I sense she is at peace in that place, she now happily dwells.
Dancing again with sunlight glistening upon her long hair,
her freckled face once again happy, so bright and fair.

In my dream I see her being swept through, into her Heaven’s gate,
where she stops to say it is not my time, and I will have to wait.
With a joyous smile she begins to fade into the brilliance of white,
I watch her dance serenely through, all radiant within its glowing light.

Before it all faded away, I could hear her jubilant laughter,
I knew she would be forever held safely, in eternity’s ever-after.
I woke up not knowing if it were real or but a wonderful dream,
when I swear I heard faintly, the laughter of my cousin Christine.

© Shay White