It could be. .
pancakes in the morning
    the way you like them.

It could be. .
every moment special
  with you here or gone
    morning, noon, and night.

It could be. .
lost in the clouds
  though we be found
    on Earth at last.

It could be. .
things beyond mention
  joys, sorrows, laughs
    in another dimension.

It could be. .
songs, poems, melodies
  dancing unseen
    in a dream.

It could be. .
that first moment
    over and again.

It could be. .
just what you wanted
  always wanted
    just you and me.

Yes, it could be.

© 2006 by Michael J. Farrand

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