Ensconced in my Utrecht velvet armchair,
I plunge into those sprinkled arbours
As the embers beam through the bay window
With chuckles of the by-gone days wrapped in the leaves.
My eyes are pegged at their piles, sprawling further out, and
Carrying that golden shade of Autumn all over.
I can still see that oaken bark as lusty as before, and
The leaves still crisping to golden when sunlight sips into their pores.
Memories begin to shower upon me, and
I begin to swim through the waves of my past, where
I’m taken back to Robin!
I see her stranded black hair, and eyes filled with dreams.
I see our Youth!
How heartily we used to play on the sweet-smelling grass,
How sunshine used to pour onto our tender limbs,
How we used to make up, if we ever got into scuffles, and
How we used to greet the picturesque morning sun, saying:
“Welcome you star of the day, rise and brighten up the Season.”
Autumn stays just the same as every year, but
Time changes as it does everyday.
Those moments still flutter before my eyes, and
Her whispers tickle my ears.
They are never perished and always preserved
Under the last shield of my heart.
Oh Robin, where are you?
Where did those cherished days go?
Where do we get back that innocence of our childhood?
Do you ever remember your friend Alice?
And there I sink deep into nostalgia, when
Teardrops blur my vision.