perfect

I tired to bottle time
to hold it close to me
but it keeps slipping through
like sand in the hour glass

perfect little moments
perfect was that time
maybe gone forever
except in fantasy

it all came together
dreams sometimes do come true
memory locked inside a heart
dreams kissed by the moon

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.