In the echoes of forgotten days,
Where laughter danced and tears did play,
Memories, like shadows, softly trace,
The contours of a time, a sacred space.

Beneath the stars that gently gleamed,
We wove our dreams, or so it seemed,
In fields of gold and skies of blue,
Our hearts were young, our love was true.

The winds of change did softly blow,
And carried us where we did not know,
Yet in the quiet of the night,
Those memories shine, a guiding light.

Though time may fade and seasons shift,
In the heart, those days still lift,
With whispers of a time gone by,
Forever in our souls, they lie.