In the evefall's sleepy blue skies of gifts of starshine, and in my waking thoughts of day - there's a treasure of hope about my dreams - our old wounds close as we reminisce of a youth with no hurt or regret, where friends and foes, families, can exist quite peacefully, no painful strife in words or deeds, where estrangement is extinguished as if a wanton fire in the psyche's deep bitterness. ~