Written bye:Me
"Where are you going?
Where have you been?
My dear, close and quiet friend,
As we sit in the soft springtime,
Saturdays end taking comfort in each other once again.
Tell me your stories and I'll tell you mine; and so we will pass a few hours time with the quaint and the comic and even sublime,
Silently searching for that elusive sign.
We'll fashion the future and polish the past,
Allowing our memories to amass;
While the grains of sand slip through the glass
Til a tranquil lull pervades at last.
Conversation fades with the eve's golden light,
We can not go on,
Try though we might."