Those Were The Days

Those Were The Days 

The moon glides slow in sky of gauze

as dense fog shrouds golden sunlight

sinking down beneath the mountain

deep into the indigo night.

Hush now, summer is fading fast

say goodbye to the firefly’s glow

the lily will not long endure

in pure white fields of early snow.

We move against the hands of time

guided by some remote control

longing for carefree yesterdays,

for memories that make us whole.

Those were the days, those were the days

unending laughter, young and free

those were the days that shaped my soul…

oh, won’t you bring them back to me?

Speak softly to the rising winds

and listen to the sage’s words

eyes focused on the morning light

ears bathed in sweet song of bluebirds.

Time flies onward, we live and die

as hope and wisdom flow our way

cry no more for those days long past

with open arms, greet the new day.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015

August 26, 2015