Memoirs of a past

Into spaces wild and free
Some of us would often be
Carelessly lost in words galore
We could've asked for nothing more

The rays of light into the darkened room
Would cut across like an autumn moon
In a starless night with no winds at play
Our days're as fresh as showers of May

Seldom visit we those memoirs lost
New grass has replaced the treaded coast
Oft we go with no plans aboard
Soon to realize we're too far off shore

And as we walked by the waters still
We saw the steady reflections within
The waters, and yet felt so obscure
We didnt recognise ourselves for sure