Beginning To Forget
As I lay here under this tree,
thinking of distant memories,
which once caused me joy.
Yet something is not right,
the feelings come as usual,
yet your face is unknown to me.
Not seeing those beautiful eyes,
which once lightened my days,
as they are now shrouded in clouds.
The color of your silk hair,
which I ran my fingers into,
being drained by the surrounding light.
That gorgeous bright smile,
which caused me great pleasure,
seeming to be blurred to its surroundings.
With so many distortions I sigh,
looking as the sun fades into the horizon
seeing such a beautiful sight afar.
Angry at myself as night comes,
as time has passed by quick since then,
and I wonder how I could of forgot her.