Love And Memories Poem by Sommy Okeke

Upon the hush of night my thoughts take wing,
To roam the fields where memory softly lies;
There blooms the ghost of every gentle thing
That once breathed life beneath our youthful skies.

The moon, pale warden of the drifting hours,
Unfolds her silver scroll across the deep;
She marks the rise and fall of mortal powers,
And stirs the dreams that mortal hearts would keep.

Yet time, that thief, with ever-stealthy hand,
Steals petals from the roses we have grown;
But though he scatters them across the land,
Their scent remains, a sweetness all our own.

So let our love defy his cold decree—
For in remembered grace, we still are free.