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