Wafting, by breeze of past scented summers <br />The breath of our days together drifts over <br />Each vision of mem'ry we made. Our fun <br />As we sensed the other's desires, wove <br />Colourful dreams which lived for a while, all <br />Blown away now. Yet then time stood totally <br />Still, we willed it that way. Some of the falling <br />Stardust remains, and reminds me to note <br />How we laughed back then. Time only allows <br />Us what we inspire it to be. Perfumed <br />Gold of glorious days still thrills me. Now <br />I recall our delights they fill the room. <br /> <br />Fragrancing all my heart, I am grateful <br />For then. Scented memories are our fate.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scent-of-time/
