Yesterday’s Dreams

My dreams meander from the emerald meadow,
Where daffodils and daisies blaze the ember of gloom,
To the city that blossoms in lavender joy.
Each moment of the past gleams like cyan stars,
Then disappears into the vortex of Galaxy
like the hasty comets.
I sail behind my sweet dreams,
Reaching for every drop of memory they leave in the dark universe;
I sail back into the past,
Forever gone from existence.
Traveler On The Path