Watercolor dreams of faraway days,

Images fading with the passage of time.

Stumbling through this foggy haze,

That slowly clouds my surrendering mind.

Smiling faces unfamiliar,

Yet they speak my name.

Their pictures hang upon my wall,

A mystery in every frame.

Shreds of memory escape me,

And my mind is swept away.

The only memories I can recall,

Are watercolor dreams of faraway days.

I only want to sleep,

To escape this scary world.

To play safely in my dreams,

As an innocent little girl.

People seem to think,

I’m always blissfully unaware.

How I’d love to tell them,

Of these dreams I long to share..

Precious images disappear,

In the scrapbook of my mind.

Sacred pictures lost forever,

To the ravages of time.

Memories fade like wisps of vapor,

Slipping through my fingers.

Only watercolor dreams of faraway days,

Are the images that linger.

Occasionally I’m treated,

To moments of lucidity.

Cherished gifts from God,

To give me blessed clarity.

Just as soon as clarity comes,

It’s chased away by the haze.

Then all I have to pass the time,

Are watercolor dreams of faraway days.