Yesterday's Gone

Written by: Annalise Brigham


H ow the years fly by like paper in the wind

A  new year, a thread in life’s fabric to be sewn

P ieces gently stitched will one day take wings

P atterned like brocade with a mix of flowers gently strewn

Y arns of yesterday are quietly stored away


N ew beginings are generous gifts given to begin again

E ach one, a new day to live, play and travail
 
W eaving the fabric of life in spite of occasional dark rain


Y esterday’s gone forever into the well of time

E ach melody we write, through the universe resounds	

A constant tune of worship for the divine 
 
R eaching the Creator in whom alone peace is found
~*~