Winding Paths
by Weslynn McCallister
Traveling down the winding paths
of the memories of my mind,
you appear a misty image,
your breath still warm upon my cheek.
Visions of love and laughter,
carefree moments we thought
would last an eternity, were
lost in the ravages of time.
Cherished memories of days gone by,
remain, never to be lost in the sands of time.
An excerpt from “ Shifting Sands” by Weslynn McCallister