Those Days Of Yesteryears

When we would grow old 

And see the world going by 

Rushing, gliding, speeding, 

We would fall back upon each other

Sitting together side by side

Holding hands,

 Watching how the sun sets true 

Turning the western sky crimson red 

Like thousand lilacs blooming together.

When we would grow old 

We would look at each other's eyes 

Without speaking a word, 

Would then perfectly find 

Each other's unspoken words 

In each other's heart writing right, 

Then perhaps the time would pause

And evening mist would descend 

Enveloping us with tranquil thoughts.