Good Memories

Good Memories

 

The days we kept like lanterns in our hands,

Still glow beneath the dust of shifting sands;

They hum like songs we thought we left behind,

Yet rise again to kiss the wandering mind.

 

They come as gentle echoes in the night,

A tender breeze, a whisper taking flight;

They paint the heart in silver, gold, and blue,

And wrap the soul in moments once felt true.

 

We hold them close when shadows start to fall,

For in their warmth we find our strength, our call;

They bloom like flowers saved from distant springs,

And calm the ache that silent longing brings.

 

So let them stay, these jewels of our past,

Reminding us that beauty always lasts;

And may they guide our steps with quiet grace—

Good memories, the stars that time can’t erase