Staring me with those gleaming eyes,
Rubbing against my cold hand.
Aimlessly staring at the blue sky,
I brush my hand through your hair.

You decide to sit beside me,
Joining me, with time’s testimony.
It wasn’t too long ago,
Circled, within my boughs you lay.

A solitary chair, and an old companion,
The surroundings cease to matter.
The eyes of two attach,
And time flashes on.

Joyous moments of colour,
Tear away as our childhood fades.
Running, dashing and crying,
Seem too much from the chair.

Suddenly, the sinking sun drops,
The surrounding lights gently turn.
A quick look, and our focus returns,
Turning on, the timeless fun.

A cold breeze pierces through,
Reminiscing the gentle summer feel.
Where painting rainbows parted clouds,
And the rains always sung a new song.

Time swallows the faint sounds,
And the screen stops flashing.
How strange time seems,
When it slithers and flees.

When a childhood dashes,
It leaves behind the empty screen.
Reflecting the two gazing eyes,
Making our eyes meet again.

I spread my hands to touch your hair,
Realising, I have left you behind.
I look now upon the dark sky,
But time, it ceases to flash.