Wafting, by breeze of past scented summers
The breath of our days together drifts over
Each vision of mem'ry we made. Our fun
As we sensed the other's desires, wove
Colourful dreams which lived for a while, all
Blown away now. Yet then time stood totally
Still, we willed it that way. Some of the falling
Stardust remains, and reminds me to note
How we laughed back then. Time only allows
Us what we inspire it to be. Perfumed
Gold of glorious days still thrills me. Now
I recall our delights they fill the room.
Fragrancing all my heart, I am grateful
For then. Scented memories are our fate.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scent-of-time/
