Hi Steve - a lovely walk down memory lane.
A few thoughts ~
Rambles
I want to dance in sunbeams
filtered through
pine branches [of pines].
Where dust mote covered butterflies float
[on songs sung by] to robins and jays
songs.
I’ll lay my head down on moss laden ground,
and dream of things never seen.
Sing, my heart sing,
how bright the sound.
Rainbows in teardrops,
Wind giggles through trees,
as I leap boldly into its arms.
I wash my hands in [the]
youth's waters [of my youth];
drink in the memory of
forgotten days [long forgotten].
Pass among them slowly, ease my weary mind.
Dewdrops that like diamonds shine
on the edge of green clover [found] in new mown fields.
Tastes of forgotten and forbidden fruit,
penny candy in brown paper sacks,
a quarters worth of heaven.
I love your last line! I hope something helps - take or toss!
Snow