In memory (the tender years)

I hear the sighing of the wind
like a murmur of regret
and as i close my eyes
i see a face i will never forget
I see you running with the dawn
but that was many years ago
when you had seen the tender years
the only years you were to know
I knew a time when you and i
ran through trees of green and gold
and gazed at clouds of feather grey
i never dreamt we would ever grow old.
But time has passed, my mind will dim
the hands will turn away my days
but you remain a timeless smile
who'd just begun life's tangled ways.