Harvest Moon Handholds

Fading summer light on fields of gold, holding on to stories yet untold. We chased the sun till it dipped low, barefoot races through the meadows glow. Your laughter rang like a sweet old tune. Pecan blends under harvest moon, hands entwined, promises we made. Simple joys that time to time can't ever fade. Swung in high on ropes by the water's edge living free no worries on the ledge. Oh, those golden days come calling me heartstrings. Pulling, pulling sweet as daybreak. Dance can be dancing in the rain, wild and free. Nostalgia's fire burning endlessly. Yeah, we own the world, you and me. Lost in love's sweet memory. Now the calendar's turned so many pages. Life's fast river through the ages. But in quiet nights.