Never Forgotten

The promiscuous length of daylight in the month of June, spawned from a sunrise that allocated a childish franchise. The moorland breeze; that, to rely upon when indulgence in dewy pastures, leaves one reminiscencing in how once the silvery moon shone. Gildersber wrapped in winters relentless white blanket, a pledge of sledge irons to polish in youthful exuberance, before life to cherish in tracks of sheer delight, when profound in greyness the sky gave one a reason for happiness. This simple memory of one’s sentimentality, somewhat indistinct yet a zest of devotion in life across the deep ocean. Although elsewhere in this a time warp of evanescent I only have to dream to be with you again! © Harry J Horsman 2008