Golden Hours

July 15th, 2015

Submitted and (written) by Tina Pritchard, Humanist Celebrant – Kilburn, Derbys.

The precious days

Of sun and showers

Ephemeral haze

Those golden hours

 

Brought to mind

The joy and wonder

Threads that bind

Our sweetest plunder

 

No more your touch

Your words, your smile

We loved too much

Those thoughts beguile

 

Now I journey on alone

Diamond tears still glistening bright

You are in my breath, my bone

Forever close, my love, my light.