Sometimes

Sometimes in quiet moments I think of you...

Sometimes in the colour of the day for a moment

you are there...

Locked in some small corner of my heart...

Fleeting glimpses still.. of what has gone..

Momentarily the years are swept away and we

are young again...

Still in my memory, seasons come, seasons go...

Autumal colours are a backdrop of the miles

between us and the hastening years....

Gracefully they are it seems kinder now...

Looking back to a time more gentle when love

was young vibrant Golden and oh so bright..