When time seemed timeless, and the world looked young
from where we stood, our vision intertwined
like hands embraced in longing–there hope sprung,
the hope that healed my soul with wrinkles lined.
When Spring came nigh, so too the time to part
and string our memories across the stars
that guided us, and so we took our hearts
and took our paths along this life bizarre.
Our time is gone, a season ‘neath the moon
that smiled to see us smile in her light
as soul met soul in words sung to her tune–
a time now whispered by the candlelight.
We walk apart, yet we shall meet again,
and say with peace, “Do you remember when…”