My old casket of curiosity ❤️

Locked up with a golden lock and key in a silver casket, turning to rust

I will get around to lifting it down from the attic..I really must!!

I haven’t loved and laughed at my old familiar folks photographs in years, and this is so unjust..

So the first thing on my agenda this morning, is to  drag that casket of curiosity down from the shelves within my wooden eaves

I must have surely mislaid my memories with so many magical moments of wonders and weaves

I have traversed far and wide throughout my lifetime, with photographic evidence to cherish that are stuck up my sleeves

And withIn that lovely land of nod I see these in my reveries..where there are only doubts and disbelieves..

But reviving my momentous memories will transport me way back into time

To pretty places full of familiar faces when happiness was so sublime

And just to dance amidst one’s dusty dreams, surely could never be classed as a crime