A Year Older

How did I get to another birthday without seeing time fly by me?

 

A Year Older
 
I've flipped calendar pages past summer's
birth; eased into the season of our own.
Are we truly one more year older? How
did the days run away from me so fast?
 
I glance at pictures framing our faces
in yesterdays' glow of youth, happiness
evident in our eyes – not yet tired.
We are the image of young love sublime.
 
Comfort rests inside the reflection of love
I see in the blue eyes staring at me
and the carefree smile that graces your lips;
it's a look of untroubled existence.
 
We have circled the world again, older –
certainly wiser – and we are still here.
 
Siobhan
06/24/08

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

Nicely done Siobhan Life has a way of sneaking past more quickly when you are happy Well written poetic prose ivor