Sweet Seasons of Memory
As we grow in years, cherished memories,
like the seasons of our youthful dreams,
return to us with gem-like brilliance and clarity.
Jeweled facets shining, rich and deep through our senses
they flow.
All too quickly, they depart on breathless wisps
of air, or fly from reach on soft-feathered wings,
as do the early morning birds seeking food among
green, dew-laden grasses.
Why does the purest, heart held remembrance,
being so clear and distinct, fade from view,
or wane, as does the last shimmering light of a day?
If the remembrance departs, will there be
anything left for us to hold?
If the sweet seasons of our memory are lost,
will we ever have been?
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