It
seemed
.
t
o
.
be
a
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
we
.
w
e
r
e
.
dancing
carelessly
.
d
o
w
n
.
those
candied
–
–
apple
streets . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ we
.
w
e
r
e
.
dancing
carelessly
.
d
o
w
n
.
those
candied
–
–
apple
streets
.
o
f
.
never
ending
reverie
.
a
n
d
.
possibility . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
it
was
.
t
h
e
.
seeming
eternity . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
seeming
eternity
.
o
f
.
spring . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It
was
.
t
h
e
.
seeming
eternity
.
o
f
.
spring . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
.
w
e
.
entered
.
t
h
a
t
.
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
dancing
carelessly
.
d
o
w
n
.
those
candied
–
–
apple
streets . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
happy,
–
–
adventurous,
.
a
n
d
.
free . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ we
.
w
e
r
e
.
happy,
–
–
adventurous,
.
a
n
d
.
free . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
thinking
this
.
w
a
s
.
the
.
w
a
y
.
things
would
–
–
always
be . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
.
w
a
y
.
things
would
–
–
always
be . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Another
passionate
kiss . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
Another
feeling
.
o
f
.
bliss . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then
another . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then
another . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then
another . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
then
another . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
could
–
–
happen
.
e
v
e
r
y
.
day . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
could
–
–
happen
.
e
v
e
r
y
.
week . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
could
–
–
happen
.
i
n
.
a
cafe . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
could
–
–
happen
.
o
n
.
the
street . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
could
–
–
happen
.
w
i
t
h
.
anxiety . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
could
–
–
happen
.
w
i
t
h
.
ease . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
could
–
–
happen
.
t
o
.
you . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
it
could
–
–
happen
.
t
o
.
me . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
only
because . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ because
only
.
i
t
.
seemed
–
–
this
was
.
t
h
e
.
way
–
–
things
would
–
–
always
be . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ this
was
.
t
h
e
.
way
–
–
things
would
–
–
always
be . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
when
you
.
a
r
e
.
young . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
you
believe
.
i
t
.
just
–
–
goes
on
.
a
n
d
.
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ you
believe
.
i
t
.
just
–
–
goes
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
just
–
–
goes
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
until
.
y
o
u
.
realize
–
–
you’ve
reached
.
t
h
e
.
end
.
o
f
.
that
song . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
have
only
–
–
danced
’til
dawn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ you
.
h
a
v
e
.
only
–
–
danced
’til
dawn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
.
y
o
u
.
realize
–
–
there’s
.
s
o
.
many
more
–
–
miles
ahead
.
t
h
a
n
.
behind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ there’s
.
s
o
.
many
more
–
–
miles
ahead
.
t
h
a
n
.
behind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
the
miles
–
–
get
longer
.
w
i
t
h
.
time . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ yes,
.
t
h
e
.
miles
–
–
get
longer
.
w
i
t
h
.
time . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
you
have
only
–
–
danced
’til
dawn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
all
.
o
f
.
those
–
–
magical
moments,
–
–
now
.
a
r
e
.
gone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ yes,
all
.
o
f
.
those
–
–
magical
moments,
–
–
now
.
a
r
e
.
gone . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
I
miss
.
t
h
a
t
.
dance . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
that
dawn . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
I
miss
.
t
h
a
t
.
song . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
miss
.
t
h
a
t
.
song
.
t
h
a
t
.
went
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
on . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It
seemed
.
t
o
.
be
a
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
we
.
w
e
r
e
.
dancing
carelessly
.
d
o
w
n
.
those
candied
–
–
apple
streets . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ we
.
w
e
r
e
.
dancing
carelessly
.
d
o
w
n
.
those
candied
–
–
apple
streets
.
i
n
.
the
seeming
eternity . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ the
seeming
eternity
.
o
f
.
spring.
Reflection:
This poem was inspired by the movie “Before Sunset” (a sequel to “After Sunrise”) and largely reflects the romantic ease frequently experienced in the days of youth – something which starts to get more difficult and far less frequent as we age. We could be awkward and make so many blunders in our days of youth and quickly recover from those, but we tend to become less forgiving with others (and ourselves) as time marches on. I have many fond memories of those early, adventurous days of my life.
I used to song “Good Love” by Zola Blood to play repeatedly in the background at low volume to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.