Once upon a time

There was a time when i used to write

about you and me, about the moon and the sky,
about the wind and the dancing trees.

There was a time when i used to dream

of you and me, of smiles and tears,
of gossamer touch and subtle words.

There was a time when i used to hope

for you and me, for long walks at the beach,
for moon-lit nights and silly fights.

That was the time when i was more alive

with you,
with me.