As I await
Familiar faces
I stray not far
Of wonted places,
For I so dread
If should I roam
I’d find them gone,
Or thus alone
And in their stead
Be grim spirits
Want fuss my head,
The while I linger
Hopeful to find
Life beyond time,
Whereas I’ve still
The strength of will,
To join held gods
Who laugh at fate,
As they so celebrate
Careless of time,
In timeless state!
Poetry on a canapé 
To correct title typo error… Jean-Jacques Fournier
Lovely. Oh if only…
Thank you Paulette. Time, years, and information fills life with threatening images, some imagined, some not. As well life is full of wishful thinking, some attainable, and some not, but even for the not this kind of dreaming eases the way to reality. For as you say, “Oh if only…” Jean-Jacques