Friday, August 17, 2012

The Memory Mile.

The Memory Mile.

How old time has flown,
Brine and breezes serenade,
How we remember you,
And the love that you made.

In rows of belated memories,
The army look out to sea,
Carrying the love of friends,
For as far as the eye can see.

Down below, the waters churn,
But they'll not bother you now,
We mourn the light within your eyes,
But our love carries on somehow.

You came to change the world,
And for us you always will,
Here we remember good old days,
And the emptiness that you'd fill.