The Golden Years

GOLDEN YEARS Lasting just a moment.Lost forever without a sound.A forever sigh, a hedonistic cry,sunshine’s caress has departed too soon.Too soon I am bedecked in autumn’s bloom.Oceans of calm,so mellow my tears dry on the breeze as the yellow red fades in the remains of the day. Only reserve holds love at arm’s length, for submission leans on strength.Love is indeed a treasured possession e’en though beauty grows old and virtues seemingly dissolve,love stays unchanging,bubbles away in gestures of trust.Held close,love still sets the emotions free,still brings forth captivation. Yes I still love her,who loves me You may listen to me recite this and many of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro