Memories of May

By
Bryan Sanctuary 1967
 
Sometimes the days are carefree
      When springtime fills the air,
And time stands still in blue and green
      While dappled shades dance everywhere
To liven up the scene.
 
Silent boats slip slowly by
      Across the hazy blue,
As yellow sand wash softly flat
      And clear away the clue
Where two young people sat.
 
In the timeless flood and ebb,
      That leave the two unheeded,
A silent word, a lingered stare
      Is all the heart had needed,
To seal the memory there.