748. When old days like morn mist have passed,

SONNET 748
By JH Sayyar

When old days like morn mist have passed,
And time has etched its story on our face,
The ties we formed in laughter long and fast
Still hold their gentle, unforgotten grace.
The echoes of our soft voices still remain
In halls where dreams were once confessed,
And though the paths have parted, not in vain
Each memory lives warmly in the chest.
Through trials, years, and silence stretched afar,
The heart recalls the comfort once it knew;
Like ancient light from some familiar star,
Your soul shines, though hidden from the view.

Old friends, though time and space intervene,
Your footprints linger in my soul unseen.