It was one of those beautiful
Precious moments
When memories and dreams
Are born
Skyward
And catch fire…

I am
The summer grass
Long and golden
Blowing in the gentle breeze
As it rises upwards
Towards the distant
Wispy clouds

And I feel
Amazing

But then:
If only it could always be like this

I save it up
And keep it locked away

Another friendly ghost
To haunt me
In the dark
Cold winter nights
Alone.