Our Golden Haze
A beginner's romance
Our Golden Haze By: Jimmy Beer
You remember our love as a golden haze.
In the dreamy summer of our younger days.
The sunlight filtering through my lashes on down,
to your smiling face as we entwined on the ground.
I remember too, those days with you.
A beginner’s romance, yet no less true.
The flowers I brought to your door before you awoke.
The pain in my heart from the last day we spoke.
Now so many years later and our reunion has ended.
For me a dream come true, for you a curse befriended.
I know you are dying and yet I don’t care.
I’ve always longed to just be with you there.
I swore to you my unconditional love.
Even now, as the summer leaves fall from the trees above.
About the Creator
Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction.
Raised in Ancaster, Ont. I write about what I know and survived. Apart from tales of my youth, I am writing a horror story for the Fiction-Horror section of the library. Met an old homeless guy He told me, "Everyone has their own story."
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