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 face tilted to the sun,
We didn’t know when it was done,
Without knowledge it slipped away
To vanish like the breaking day.
Marie Hunter Atwood-1988