Memories of a time that is long-lost,
Of wishing on stars
That have lost their sparkle;
Of dreaming of happiness
That never came my way . . .

Memories of a time that is long-lost,
Of wistful longing
For another loving touch;
Of hoping for a union
That never took place . . .

Memories of a time that is long-lost,
Of laughing at butterflies
And fleeting willow-wisps;
Of gentle fingers
Running through my hair . . .

Memories of a time that is long-lost,
Of tasting the sweet nectar
From the tips of your lips;
Of wanting to give myself to you
My body, heart and soul.

Memories of a time that is long-lost
Of love that lasted
Through aeons or more (or so it seems) . . .
Of love that gave me wings
And more . . .

Memories of a time that is long-lost,
But never forgotten . . .