Looking Back
Oh soft the call of the songbird
in gentle cry so sweetly heard
Amid the dew draped ivy on the arbor
where we first learned of shared ardor
So long it has passed, and yet I recall
our fierce rising and the ebbing fall
back to reality, and life’s steady pace
there beyond the heart’s unbound race
In silvered years, I remember it so clear
your soft eyes and the fire so very dear
In which two, were forged as one so pure
the shuddering truth each would endure
Echoes faint and yet bittersweet still
as hearts were worn, and all life to fill
We walked our own road in life’s glen
heard the whispering wind off the fen
The journey lingers on, so unsure it seems
as the road rises, lit by silvered moon beams
I oft wondered if it were real, or dream again
And I am but still lost, amid life’s eternal din
Oh yeah! Preach it, brother!