And in the Shades...
Lingered a memory!
Under the dancing braids...
Of a morning sun!

There...
Stood an aging log...
With many years undone!
Where we loved and laughed...
Kissed and Cried...
Lost and won,
And all that we did, was there and gone!

Yet, in this memory,
Laid at hand...
A visiting spirit,
I understand!

Do we pass us by?
Do we bid us goodbye?
All, into the yearning of skies above?
Or do we set farewells,
To near tolling bells,
And part in hopes,
Of finding love?!

Go, dearest...
Be free, at will and ease...
Fly away, white dove...
Upon the western breeze!

But when ye're back...
Oh, Glorious day,
Remember this parting woe, I say...
And do slumber please, there and then,
So far away, and never again!

A.r. Bazian