In the evening of the day when all is peaceful and subdued,
I gaze upon the West horizon; copper, gold and crimson hued.
Swansdown clouds fly, blushing pinkness... trailing amber as they fold,
far above, the first stars twinkle... ushering twilight, soft and cold.

l wonder... where are you now?


Autumn is the time of sunsets; flaming pageants in the skies,
Autumn was our special season; we were young... but, how time flies.
Golden days and golden memories: first romance... without a care,
love and laughter in the Beechwoods; tumbling leaves and tumbling hair.

I wonder... where are you now?


Yet, far too soon, our pathways parted; young love tends to end like this,
no anger; no recriminations; just goodbye... and one last kiss.
Then, you were gone... no cause for sorrow; it was fun... no need for tears,
but, you were beautiful; your memory shadowed me down through the years.

I wonder... where are you now?


Down the years, I've sometimes tarried in those Beechwoods that we knew,
kicking up the golden leaves where, once we loved... an age ago.
The hope of my heart was you would be happy; all your dreams, you might fulfil;
the hope of my heart that you walk in sunshine evermore... continues still.

I wonder... where are you now?


As I approach my Autumn years, my golden memories sometimes cast
back to those golden, autumn Beechwoods, far away, and so long past.
And, watching one more glorious sunset fading down to velvet night,
I smile, as I remember you: not out of mind...
just out of sight.

I wonder... where are you now?