Happy Times..

Happy times come and go, into their primes onto their low. like flowers falling or the sun setting, memories calling some regretting. But they are still in bougets gone, dreams to fill memories on. Everything true into the missing, a part of you time is kissing. All is going circling around, sunset glowing in the past found. You and I and our hours, fall and die like autumn flowers. Happy times where are they, flowing dark flames onto the gray. There once was you somewhere around, going life through and in love found.