Timeless Chatters

 The love still whispers close to me—

a tender tale, not taught, but free.

It first appeared in blushing hands,

then kissed my heart like drifting sand.

From youthful laughs to lonely cries,

its echo danced beneath the skies.

It flickered on—then dimmed once more,

a fate that knocks, then shuts the door.

The tale moves on with endless grace,

like snowfall’s hush on time’s own face.

It passed from friend to fleeting flame,

and I from child to youth became.

It’s how I walk, the path I tread—

a tale of love that’s never dead.

The clock of life keeps ticking slow,

through secrets only old hearts know.

And in the dusk of lust and dust,

the lamp of love betrayed its trust.

With frozen hands and silent mind,

let’s choose, instead, to just be kind.

For time will come, and time will go—

but still, the tale runs soft and low…