Memory walks
through these childhood rooms

too small to hold all
my life now

yet so immense
when I was all wishes and dreams.

Here in the window
open to the past

the sun burns bright

whilst here in the here &
now... it is raining.


(for B. D)

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-was-all-wishes-dreams-wishes-dreams/