To the Days Gone By

Spring's solace,

arrived quietly,

with a gentle breeze.

Perhaps,

not on some morning,

the light of spring,

bright and radiant,

drifted softly,

amid waves of floral fragrance.

Strolling across the campus,

I looked up,

and scattered petals fell.

Even after all this time,

it still held the splendor of days gone by.

The years slipped away,

perhaps we were no longer young,

life rushed past,

perhaps we were no longer innocent.

And you,

were still my one and only.

When dreams were no longer as they once were,

when life was no longer so shallow,

the years remained peaceful and serene,

and we still held hands, growing old together.

The land had not aged,

and neither had we.

A note from the author