The brilliant days and starlight nights
were so long ago, the remain
only as misty memories,
glimmers of old hope,
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.