It Isn't Time That's Passing

Remember the long ago when we lay together

In a pain of tenderness and counted

Our dreams: long summer afternoons

When the whistling-thrush released

A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;

Blackbird on the wing, bird of forest shadows,

Black rose in the long ago summer,

This was your song:

It isn't time that's passing by,

It is you and I.

-

Ruskin Bond