I can imagine us walking together
'Neath creamy strawberry hued clouds
Ephemeral breezes whispering secrets
Inside our listening ears
Of vain wishes and frivolous thoughts
Our laughter shall echo through the valley
Golden days on the dreamy farm
Bubbling creeks and rippling springs
Autumn's bitter breezes
Bring apple picking memories
Strong breath of nostalgia
I long for those golden days
Walks in the woods
And barefoot girls riding gentle horses
But alas, my dreams have crumbled
In the palms of my hands
Only broken shards remain
Of those golden yesterdays
That never were

**~Marian~