If I close my eyes I can quite nearly remember
those songs of yesterday, those joyous
dirges of my long forgotten childhood.
Beyond the grasps of memory,
beyond my ability to recall,
there surely lies my lost smile;
hope in the base of Pandora's box,
unspoken childhood innocence.
And if I reach ever outward,
ever deeper, grasping farther,
mayhap then I find that which was lost,
and maybe perhaps should I reach farther,
somehow then I would find myself there.
