Tuesday, July 16, 2013

The good times

At the sea
we discovered each other
slowly to unfold to view
as a flower opens to the sun
intermingling our pollens
making commitments
we could not keep
believing them, at the time
as seasons evolve
so does life
constantly changing
seasons come and go
a process of aging
and growing
the past is not to be dwelt on
yesterday is gone
the wind blowing away
memories we do not wiish to keep
remembering only
the good times