Tapping feet and twisting fates ,
Could meet up in strange places.
When the drifting breezes flow,
Over the shining yellow daffodils,
A smile catches the eyes of time,
And life rushes to catch a glimpse -
Of life being born again in a dream.
Remnants of sweet memories,
Looking out of old photo frames -
Recently cleaned with a cotton cloth
And love. A little jumping thought
On its little fleeted wings of joy,
Calls upon others of its kinds,
Colored in red and green silks.
For now they riot and revolt -
Smiles taking over all the tears.