Sing To Me
| Posted in happiness, Love, melancholy, memories, oxymoron, Poems, Rain, Raindrop, river, singing, Sun | Posted on 11:37 AM
Sing to me, the songs of yesterday,
The harmony of times gone away; years sailed,
The harmony of times gone away; years sailed,
Of memories made, and happiness felt,
And a sense of goodness that prevailed.
When we looked out the window,
The seconds ticked, and butterflies sat on our fingers.
And now that we've left,
The seconds still tick, but the butterflies have died.
It rained once,
By the serenading river, as we stood and watched.
But now that we've left,
The river still runs, but the drops of rain have dried.
And on the horizon,
The golden sun sets as we look on,
From so far away...
And your voice -
It still rings in my ears,
And I won't mind, if you sing to me again...
Sing to me, the songs of yesterday
The melodies of candle-lights and mountaintops
Of serious vanity; an oxymoron called love,
And of things we'd never wanted to stop.
Sing to me, the songs of yesterday,
The melancholy tunes of seasons passed,
Of memories made, and happiness felt,
And of things that would never last.
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