Gone are the afternoons spent rocking with you on the old, creaking porch swing beside the
But the porcelain sails are set, it is time to embark on this journey through memories of you and our special place.
As the gull calls from the turquoise sky, I can hear your laughter ringing through the trees.
Twinkling, the lake dances with the morning sun; I am spurred on by your boundless glee.
The soft caress of a northern breeze - the tender touch of your hand.
The scent of pine wafting through the air – your sweetest perfume, so simple and so grand.
Twinkling, fireflies swirl and twirl with intermittent blips of light; their presence announcing that the evening is nigh.
As the moon begins to rise over the lake in an amethyst hue, I remember our farewell and goodbye.
But here I sit, and here I’ll stay with memories that will never fade way.
Gone, gone, gone are you, on the banks of
