Where Sadness Weeps

I sit where sadness weeps, hoping for a portion of my youth to return. The days when walking wasn't a struggle and the miles disappeared beneath my feet. Running through the fields of bluebells swaying trying to catch the wild song. The walking down leafy lanes are but a distant memory long gone. As I sit here feeling hopeless those memories dance across my mind. Hoping and always hoping I can visit there one more time. Maybe they but my dreams of which no reality is based and caught up in the place where sadness weeps. 13 May 2017