The Lost Forever Remembered

Remembered is the loss I sit in the sumptuous living room with my wife we have a bed the king would be proud of a lunch café on the first floor and den for myself my old age is blessed. My thought goes to the village far and beyond the road up there is now full of petals white and rosy my cottage is where the road bends to the right I see smoke from its chimney, a dog bark. I was happy here animals and people knew me alas, old age caught up with me, I had to leave my almond tree and things that let my heart sing Years of contentment more is asking too much. Fly memories, fly to where the sun sets over the blue mountain range and into the sea.