Time Travel

My heart intensely yearns for the impossible, it wants to reverse the flow of time...

I am a tiny toddler,
walking along a crowded street,
with my hand in my father's hand,
happy, safe and secure,
gazing at the bright neon lights,
of a great city-

Suddenly the lights disappear,
as I fall into a deep pit,
full of darkness and fear.
As I hit the bottom,
I am in my bed,
wet with perspiration.

Alas, it was a dream,
I lost my father long ago,
long ago he left me,
in this insecure world.

Father, where are you?
I need your love and protection,
and your reassuring grip,
on my feeble hand.

I wish it was really possible,
to move along the time axis,
so that an insecure toddler,
could run to the past,
into the arms of his lost father