talk about birds and bees,
of flowers and trees.
without restrain,
no one can complain.
talk about the journey,
from here to the sea.
as we watched the sunset,
memories we’ll never forget.
talk of the fields,
under the branches as shields.
where we laid to dream,
as the clouds rolled like steam.
talk of the morrow,
when our future would never cross
since the beginning, there was no pause
our fate is parallel, this the cause
today we smile, we cry and we talk
away from the norm and the common folk.
before we say goodbye
and to another say hi
may the memories be etched
like art on metal from paper sketched
our castles in the sky
as time slowly goes by
