Yesterday
Are fleeting things
Like the gold of sun
In you hair.
And yesterday,
The snow in perfect silence
Falling around us
Seemed strange
As if the world crept away...
Leaving only my image
Reflected in your eyes.
Are fleeting things
Like the gold of sun
In you hair.
The timelessness of love leaves the seasons fading in the background. Sounds like you guys have some snow, John. :)
Hi, lydon! Yes, it's snowing right now as I write - a beautiful, icing sugar dusting of the streets...lovely, cold and silent
Beautiful poem that sings to the ephemeral of life, to the fragility of existence. The last two verses are beautiful, through them we perceive that a sincere look and memory are the perfect way to keep someone or something intact in memory. Greetings, my friend.
well said, @Aurodivys - something about snow that brings out the poet in all of us :)
I detect a hint of melancholy for the passing of the seasons?
Definitely - life is so fleeting and filled with sometime things
Sublime! Lovely
Thank you!