...and the seasons of our lives
When time has swept us up
And swept us along
Like leaves in a windstorm,
We will have wept
And wished we’d kept
Time dust in our pockets,
Hearts and lockets.
For in too many moons
That have circled us by,
We will have drawn
The breath and sigh
Of memory and memoir
And cloud climbers in the sky.
For I meant to return
But lent the moment
To moon watching
And wonderment
Onto wandering quests
Of coming home
To the Camelot we knew
Where upon breezes lush
A lover's hush fades upon an echo
And the lyrical remembrance of you.
When time has swept us up
And swept us along
Like leaves in a windstorm,
We will have wept
And wished we’d kept
Time dust in our pockets,
Hearts and lockets.
For in too many moons
That have circled us by,
We will have drawn
The breath and sigh
Of memory and memoir
And cloud climbers in the sky.
For I meant to return
But lent the moment
To moon watching
And wonderment
Onto wandering quests
Of coming home
To the Camelot we knew
Where upon breezes lush
A lover's hush fades upon an echo
And the lyrical remembrance of you.
