Memories

Eventually we are mere travellers,
Walking down memory lanes
And blurred dreams,
Experiencing saudade.
There's something annasach about time-
Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
Turn to flashes of moments that
Seem to fade away.
We walk by the woods,
Listening to the sound of the wind,
Enjoying every moment,
Making more memories to count.
We live in the clouds of our imagination- dreaming,
Dreaming of happy times,
Dreaming of beautiful memories.