Time fades like a vapor in the Sun. Where did all those mornings together in the garden go? I remember picking roses of yellow to match your hair of gold. We set and stare across the table and listen to song birds serenade us as we held hands and dreamed of what life would bring us. But time has a way of moving on, even as it was with us. The garden lies silent now. no song birds to serenade us nor roses to pick for your hair. Just a lonely old man with a broken dream who thought love would always be. You vanished like the vapor in the Sun. I close my eyes and shed a tear of the all the love that was here within these garden walls. Time moves on, It cares not of love nor dreams, but what it takes as it ticks on.