Comfort Of Silence

I wander now in the comfort of silence I close my eyes and the clock runs backwards I am a child again a warm summer breeze rushes across a field my faithful dog follows my path to the creek the memories flow like green waters of time I hear music and I see an auburn haired girl she turns her head and gives to me her smile we dance again the sweet hot smell of gardenias is in the air the music drifts into a quickened waltz to match our quickened hearts as we kiss midnight is a silent dream of lost images a small boy who has grown into a strong man a child again dancing amid moonlight and flashing fireflies somewhere in a faded misted wooded valley and he may be my son or he may be myself