Well, I’ve been lost in moments
where not much was left to count,
While all the words of wisdom
had been left upon the mount.
When July turned to August
and August ran into June,
Time was but a second thought
that had passed us by too soon.
Sometimes I would wake to see
a small glimpse of yesterday,
Just before the wrinkles came
with the spattering of grey.
Could see the roads to nowhere
that were travelled by the young,
Once upon a summertime
when tomorrows were far-flung.
Funny how the scenes can change
the colors to black and white
When dreams glide through the fog
that holds on strong to last night.
Puppy dog tails and ribbons
now lay scattered on the ground,
Covering up the last thought
which moves on without a sound.
Still I have sensed the footprints
hidden somewhere in the sleep,
And within those days of youth
there were feelings that ran deep.
One day on an August morn
I heard an eternal tune,
It carried me back once more
to those summer days of June.