The brilliant days and starlight nights

were so long ago, the remain

only as misty memories,

glimmers of old hope,

faded dreams.

The person I longed to be

and somehow never quite made it.

The slices of life, however brief,

when I did live my dream,

feel the freedom,

see the stars from San Bernardino

on a hot August night.

That song always reminds me if those days,

I hear it in grocery stores or random radio searches.

Please come to Boston in the Springtime…

Please come to LA to live for ever..

The dream never happened, yet

the memory remains.