The days were longer when

we stood in line with eager eyes

watching the sunlight fade

into summer wane.

Once in a blue moon

we might say

if standing on a hilltop

we could look each other’s way.

The days are shorter now,

the time in between

will be longer still,

our hearts might mend.

Yet in the scheme of things,

love remarks strong, this everything.

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~