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 ~
