Golden Days Poem by Paul Warren

Golden days on white sands
Walking the beach a sea breeze at hand
Sunsets in red yellow and indigo
Always somewhere for us to go

There are ghosts that walk with me
Who want to keep me company
I see them once and a while
Where they look at me and smile

The north wind blows and warms me
In hot summer days that bring it back with glee
And those mates that I remember now
Are walking beside me
Remembering them so easily.

© Paul Warren Poetry