And I know;
That in the brisk, dewy mornings
And the late evening hours,
Just in the cusp between day and night,
I'll look back.
A gentle smile on my lips,
A slight dampening of my eyes,
Back once more, to these honeysuckle memories.

Such tender moments and remarkable company,
The remembrance sickeningly sweet at times.
As phenomenal as they are in their occurrences,
I know the aftereffects will be much more grand.