Never growing old

In memory and in fantasy
My dreams call out to her.
Her dreams call back to me.
Where I only see the things I want to see
And say precisely what I think I mean
With words that flow quite effortlessly
The price to connect is mere charity
Not a brief vacation, but life in a way
Where I can rejoice in more than a break
To cherish every moment
To savor as I sow
The lives that came before me
The love I’ll never know
In Summers green and humid
Autumns red and gold
Winters white and frozen
Springtime buzzing bold
A home forever inviting
Never feeling cold
My children outside laughing
Never growing old