Favorite Dream

 Each year the wood ducks return to nest, 

swimming up the stream in their yearly fest. 

Somethings vary as much as they stay the same

for the seasons of life always present a new day.

The catkins of the willow have come and gone

as the wildlife of nature forms to create a song,

sometimes with a reminder how short life can be

and a notation of how minute in the universe are we. 

Old folks mention "being on the top of the green grass"

everytime I hear the adage I begin to laugh. 

Nothing is forever that is most certainly 

so I go about reviewing my favorite dreams. 

The visual amazing as if reality, 

feeling your heart and soul right here with me,

I can almost taste the sweetness of your lips 

as I go about daydreaming of our kiss.