You run, I hide

I chase, You seek

There are shades of blue

Shades of green

Swirls of white

Tricks of light

Eight colours in a rainbow

Ninth colours to be seen

I’m holding on so tight

To Auld Lang Syne

Faery dust of memories

Moments which may never be mine

Places with faces

Letters left unposted

Words softly spoken

Words left unsaid…

Childhood is a kingdom

Where nobody dies

But thoughts turned to feelings

Feelings turned to words

You grew up, So did I

Words turned to battle cries

You ran, I hid

I caught, You sought

So many things of so long ago

Drawings in pink and indigo

Secret histories that I’ll never know

And through paper cuts and burnt toast

Chasing cars and Coffee gone cold

There is fairy dust of memories

of which I let go.