Where have the hours
and the years gone now, my love,
where once the fragrant roses bloomed
within the garden of our happiness?
Of them, now only faded memories remain.
The racing hands of time advance relentlessly,
and as with life, there is no turning back.
But if we could…if only for an hour or day…
must we re-live both happiness and pain?
And which of these are bearable again?
So, join me in the cool of twilight time,
to sit in lengthening evening shade,
perhaps to share a mellow glass of wine…
If Time should now come to an end,
It has been shared with you, my friend!
© george petrovsky 2009
That’s what happens when I’m presented with a bunch of faded roses and an antique clock whose face is a wine label. I’ve mucked about with it a bit to try and get an “antique” look to the picture.
Technostuff: Nikon D80, Nikkor 18-200VR lens hand held @ 80mm. Program, 1/80 sec @ f5.3, ISO 200, Pattern metering, Auto Exp & WB