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