lostpoet

FOR HOPPER

Its time, that moment when grey clouds ascend
Upon the sun, and the trees weep as the mist rises
From the fallen rains,
This day the time seems slower
And hours become days, and I seem
To recall all the great memories
All the laughs,
Then someone interrupts me
"are you okay"
Holding back tears I lie
"I'll be fine"
Wanting to return to my memories
Of you, when we laughed together
And saw life as a joyful moment in time
Its time, that moment when the grey clouds ascend
Upon the sun, and the soul rise into the light
And I hear your laughing in the wind
And smile, once more for you.