'The Promise of our Days'

All that remains of our days,

A promise that never died

Persuasive and elusive,

Unrealized and unreal

From another time,

Receding into the distance

We cannot extinguish,

Those fires that burned

In our hearts,

That music that played

Can it be for someone else,

In some other place

Can we endure,

The fragments of our dreams

That we lived and loved,

Fade gently away

Rather our hearts protest,

The meaning of us

That promise that never died,

Linger indelibly

And crash against the shores,

In waves that shape

The landscapes of existence

With passion and completeness

©Mary Cecil