In scented winds from far away,
Sweet memories dance on the sky,
As peaceful traces they portray,
Those of a past they’ve unified.
I lay back in the bed of grass
And gaze up at their graceful dance,
Watching in silence as they pass,
And savouring each timeless glance.
They speak a truth I now recall,
Of times of joy and happiness,
Of times I love, so beautiful;
I’ve been in pain, but also blessed.
They never stop their dance of dreams,
As scented winds now disappear.
A closure smile, no suffering,
I’m now content with what I’ve lived.
– Patricia