Ditties of the Heart

I stood in the midst of my past

Wondering what it would be like if I were someone else

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

The call of winter brings me back to kinder days

Ditties of a heart turn gray

The shadows of a broken heart

Whisper newfound sorrow

Memoirs of Love no longer last

But linger in the depths of ancient skies