Days of Old
Days Of Old
Morning breeze, the summer skies
Starry nights and county fairs
Birds in trees and on the lines
Coins we’ve tossed and running scared
The child within I cannot find
If love’s not here then I am lost
The wayward winds I’ve left behind
The end is near, the paths we’ve crossed
From beneath my cave I’ve seen the light
Outside the heart where life begins
The words I’ve saved to win the fight
A spark that starts the fire within
A breath that breathes the gift of life
The clouds that shade the feelings blue
A death that bleeds the sacrifice
The colors fade, that once were you
An offering that life no longer shares
The days of old and festive times
A style of peace the season wears
The memories wrinkled in paper rhymes
In winter frost I was the snow
That you have made into a man
Come new spring the seed would grow
And bloom like warmth of summer wind
They were the days of old and true
They are the ways we learn to live
They drift like waves from oceans blue
Then pass like memories, through a sieve
Michael 3/21/2021
Copyright © Michael Salazar | Year Posted 2021
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