PAST TIMES

I remember when the leaves were on the trees,
why they didn't fall was one of life's mysteries,
we looked up thro' sunlight at shades of indigo,
while we made love slowly and didn't want to go.

Didn't want the time to end, rather linger on,
because they'll only be the memory when you're gone;
the space where we used to be left an impression,
caught forever, clinging on to you became an obsession.

Others may be here, oddly feel the vibe or so,
but can't take our stars, even when we say hello,
there's no name on the seat, only in the ground,
arms entwined around each other when we're found.

The time came when we had to leave wind and rain,
transcend, and take our place in heaven again.