Dreams of December

Do you ever close your eyes and remember... 

how as kids we used to dream of December... 

in these dreams, you were my sky and I was your sea... yours... 

Do you remember? 

You would hold me close when reality awoke us from those dreams, 

whisper in a soft low voice that one day we would make it all real... 

they were such beautiful dreams because our young selves believed in them, 

then we grew up, and as we did, the magic faded away... 

I still dream of December because it represents the happiest moments of my childhood, 

you were not only my sky, 

or the dark beautifully mysterious curtain that held the stars in place, 

You we my December... and that's why I still dream of you.