Memories strong can suddenly fade
As fog descends erasing the present,
Though the past can clearly be felt
Confusion lingers wonder where you are,
Love and laughter still drifting in the air
Cooking smells, the cloak of familiarity,
But certain things seem to be lost in time
Somewhere close but strangely out of reach,
But the stars, the moon, remain firmly in the sky
The warmth and colour of every passing day,
And halycon days of youth not forgotten yet
Carefree moments of discovery and simplicity,
In front of open fire, burning embers of the past
The proverbs of flowers, the murmurings of rivers,
Friends, family and carers who with consistently call
To soothe the mind with care, reason and gentleness,
Evocations of landscapes and mountains traversed
The wonderful tapestries of mother and father,
As certain things, begin to fade in passing mists
Slowly and bittersweet become out of reach,
While senses still run, flowing, move, onwards
Dreaming about yesterdays, waiting for tomorrow.
