For-get-me-not

pretty spring flowers

forget-me-nots grow paler

how arid the soil

ⒸRose

Precious Moments

Tears don't wash away

the memories

they are merely 

a drop

in the ocean

of endless tides

that swell and spill

then gently kiss

the sun bleached

sands of time

 Endless tides,

eternal verities,

yesterdays truths

that a thousand moons

have been witness to

Precious moments,

cherished memories

that swell and spill

over the golden

sands of time

ⒸRose