While tiptoeing through the memories which constitute my life
I lie beside rememberence for years lost from my sight
There we were in our young splender grasping at the truth
A slow and knowing smile pulls at me for my youth
Looking down upon the city, bright lights of golden cream
The soft touch of her lips pass through me like a dream
Old friends and Loves like Mourning Doves float away upon a breeze
But they return singing their songs our lives entwined
At times I feel that embracing them in memory is not enough
But that is part of the journey and sorrow that makes life so tough
Everything walks arm in arm with change, you and I are not immune
So walk with me and hold my hand singing this rune
More and more as the days surrender youth and innocence
I reflect upon the meaning of such eloquence
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