This Is Your Day Poem by Peter S. Quinn

This is your day
and I am crying,
for it cannot stay
as hours are flying.
So much to remember
all that is now gone,
eve sky in ember
to carry thoughts on.

You and I in tranquil
of times memory,
nothing to fulfill
for it is now free.
But my time goes on
to another destiny,
faraway or yon
with its melody.

No more singing
or touches of mind,
smiles out bringing
it's all behind.
Here goes the sun
into the night,
days of moment's fun
eyes with your light.