For Gentle Spirit

I stand beneath the twilight skies
watching the fading of the day
touched by breeze slight as sighs

memories slow to fade away
made seemingly so long ago
watching the fading of the day

meeting someone I didn’t know
walking in places of memories
made seemingly so long ago

emotions burns with seeming ease
desire is the fire of soul and heart
walking in places of memories

now those thoughts will not depart
as I gaze into approaching night
desire is the fire of soul and heart

passage of time will not emotions slight
I stand beneath the twilight skies
as I gaze into approaching night
touched by breeze slight as sighs