I wander through the halls of time
where golden memories softly shine.
Laughter lingers in the air,
whispers of a life once there.
The sunlit days of endless June,
songs we danced to, out of tune.
Footsteps traced in shifting sand,
hearts unchained, hand in hand.
The echoes call, but time moves fast,
a river that won’t let me grasp
the fleeting touch of days gone by
soft as clouds in a summer sky.
Yet in my heart, they brightly gleam,
alive within each wistful dream.
The past remains, it never fades,
a lantern’s glow in evening’s shade.
But though the years may drift away,
Their echoes still find paths to stay.
In quiet moments, soft and low,
their voices rise, their faces glow.
The scent of rain on thirsty ground,
a song once lost, now newly found.
A photograph, its edges worn,
a story waiting to be reborn.
Not sorrow’s weight, nor longing’s chain,
but gentle warmth that soothes like rain.
For what once was still lives in me,
a timeless thread, a melody.
So as I walk these roads anew,
beneath the skies of deeper blue,
I cherish all that’s come to pass—
the love, the light, the joy that lasts