Gently lengthening the last rays of the sun
Casting sombre shadows on the lawn
Reminiscent of days long ago when we’d run
Rising cheerily with the heavenly dawn.
Now in my grey and twilight days
A flood of memories bring comfort to my heart
Speaking of a happiness, a golden haze
Soothing my soul, how that we are apart.
Regrets and sorrows fill my heart with woe
Friends and loved ones call their names
Reminding me of a joy from long ago
Sadly we’ll never play out old games.
Form though I am now at the close of day
My long, happy life I would gladly replay.

Here I sit, pen in hand a mighty sword, unsheathed.  Ready to plunge its tip into the blank pages of this book. A lifeless martyr ready to spill its blood in delivering a profound message. It will fight wars on paper readily pour out its life out at its masters will. Its meets an ignorant page and leaves it a scholar. It transforms shapeless thoughts into vivid language. It halts at memories of old, days of love, joy, surprise, anger, frustration, sadness, fear and solitude. It wonders of days yet to pass, will it write anymore. For the present time, it is content laying in-between the pages of this book.

I just have three words that I wanted to share.
Three simple, sincere, powerful words.
Three words rarely uttered.
Three words, no more, no less.
Three words that resonate through time.
Three words that have gone in silence.