Past Life

I remember the days when we had blacks blues and grays,
I remember the days when summer storms went and came,
I remember the years long past and ones new as gold
I remember spring smiles and warm breezes told
I remember young and old,
I remember leaves falling yellow,
Saying their last goodbye to every fellow
I remember
I remember...

Would you wait for me and you
Would you wait for the ocean to turn purple instead of blue
Would you wait to learn of god or be confused
Would you wait to know who you really are through and through?
Would you wait to be handed a silver platter, shiny but distorted reflections scattered.
Would you wait
Would you wait....

Do you remember
Do you remember
Could you wait
Could you wait

That is the question
Unanswered.