#1148-Hope-land

Shadows,

Of years long ago.

When sleepless nights,

Were just a dream.

Worry, didn’t seem to exist.

Guitar in hand,

Alone, in an empty room.

Tired fingertips,

Shaky voice,

Whispering songs,

That loneliness understood.

Days when time,

Moved in slow motion.

Dancing to dreams

Of a tomorrow,

Somewhere distant,

In hope-land.