You
are ancient honey,
immutable in memory.
.
Floating on your laughter
I could touch stars.
.
The world was rose pink
with my yearning.
.
A sunrise through spectacles,
song rising on dawn,
desire enfolded in dream,
I wore innocence.
.
Your sweet kisses
colour my cheeks
in memory.
Shawn L. Bird 
That’s Lovely!
Thank you.
Glad to see you’re still writing! For some reason, I thought you were closing your blog!
Oh heavens, no. Way too much excitement here to close down! 😉
I love how this wraps you in the embrace of the memory. Beautiful
Thank you