Disremembering

Wish you were not a memory
that visits in my sleep
Yet under glow of moonlight
old visions start to seep.
Of walks in woods collecting
some acorns from a tree
for we found simple beauty
that others could not see.
A snowflake as its floating,
a painted leaf in fall
We travelled paths together,
enamored by it all.
But dawn will soon be peeking
and images will fade
Adieu to fairy tale with
the promises we made.
If life gave me eraser
to delete a love unmet.
Reflections of our past
would be easy to forget.
Then I would capture power
that pours from sunlight’s gleam.
So you would not be memory
that visits in my dream.