Yesterdays are lost in days gone past
and soft winds whisper unseen
a million words play on languid mast
dipping in horizons of salty sea
in riveting echoes its of fables miscast

That was a time of things long passed
before chills of wet harmattan
tender eyes sought messages unasked
thirsting a sip from a fountain
and find in grace paradise unmasked

But such are bygones rested glassed
seasons come swallows fly
nature waits a-times its to paint a blast
and present nowt on the sly
but to show we live to know nothing last