Much of me, weathered and jaded
Seen through curtains of a tired past.
Sighs of youth, scattered and faded
Losing bits I miss the most
Shreds of summer turn to winter
Hopes now amble in a hall of ghosts
Kisses perished, sweetness lost
Melted smiles pass through a fog
Lips have cracked and lost their gloss
Melodies now spin songs of strife
That joins a bruised and rusting heart
All slower beats in a swirl of life.
I no longer look out over that cliff
Enjoying reflections of times long lost
The warming sun still such a gift
My life is mine, and all worth living
New softer voices replace the old
Smiles still bring loads of giving
Such beginnings sweep dust of old
And bring back stories to be told.
