Portrait of Memories

Somewhere in a spring time of the day in a velvet shadow of memories I played music to the guitar of the wind. You were the song that I am singing You were the words that I have written In every note, in every rhythm. Somewhere long ago, There is a portrait of memories That I have seen in all shades of green. Like verdant fields flourish my day. Like a blue air, comes my way Was I used to laugh, until I cried? Somewhere back in time There is a portrait of memories That I have seen in mirror water. As a crystal clear glistened in my eyes, like a water from the spring, that flows inside my being. Somewhere in a quiet of my remembrance There is a portrait of memories That I have seen before the morning dawn. The early morning smile, I cheerfully recall. Wonderful moments, I had to cherish A portrait of memories that I sketched on a stone And here was I, somewhere along the way As I glide over the boat of our memories’ Sailing our yesterday that we have left behind, And so it goes as a breeze blew from the past. The portrait of memories that I kept deep inside The memories that painted here in my heart.