Daydreaming under a city pergola Daydreaming under a city pergola, There was a time we knew each other, When days were blissfully round And words had a clearer sound; When frost coated leaves seemed Ornate and cherished, Falling in Cavatina tones From sycamores overhead; But now, the season’s have changed And the World is less familiar, And though I resist each turn of the page, The reader no longer shares my vision