REMEMBERING…..ALL THOSE WHO ARE GONE…..UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
Marie Hunter Atwood – 1988
Haunting memories fill my brain
Of days gone by, not seen again
It is, as if, time now stands still
For proof it’s not a dream, but real.
Those moon-bathed nights and golden days
Spilled like jewels in languid haze.
While future’s tryst postponed again
Gave way to innocence sweet reign.
With bold bare feet and bronze-tanned skin,
Sun-bleached hair tousled in the wind,
We romped and played and dreamed in bliss,
Trading time for happiness.
Warm faces tilted to the sun
We didn’t know when it was done
Without knowledge it slipped away
To vanish like the breaking day.