Click clack,
sharp shod horses’ hooves,
a landau’s wheels struck hard
on shingles of fragmented memories,
a jig saw puzzle
with missing pieces
that leave a sense of melancholy until re-remembered.

Wonderful mind
telling lies on my behalf
and when the picture is whole
I can glue it on the inside of my eyes smile and say:
once upon a time
when summers lasted long
I knew of a happy boy!

“Tell me more, tell me more” the song goes
I will but the carriage from the past has to leave
so I can be free to invent my own childhood
where tears turn to smiles
and voices of despair turn into a breeze of love.