Written in July 2014
The blink of an eye,
The turn of a face,
Perhaps a word,
And the moment is gone…
And I won’t know you anymore
For the years shall veil the treasures:
My memories of you.
And you’ll be gone
Like a cloud across a starry sky
While I try not to wait
For the past years’ golden autumns…
Perhaps I should enjoy the rain,
But tear drops choke my smile….
T. E. Pyrus