By Shawn Marc Carreon
Time has sprung as leaves have fallen,
Living up to this very moment,
As I get lost in its happy presence,
I sense reality pull and calling.
Connected hearts strum and play,
A symphony none can replicate,
Poured with emotions brimmed to light,
Flickering eyes condemn their sight.
Lost in the moment but found,
Such as the voices become profound,
Love differs but knows no bounds,
A memorial trace that holds its sound.
